Things that are Blue


Blue is the color

Of lingering memories,

And of the last dregs of blueberry wine,

The bittersweet swirling on your tongue,

Of half-forgotten things

And songs unsung,

Of memories long-lost;

It’s the color of time, and the tide,

The hue of first love,

The shade that tints our memory

Of those dearly departed,

The shadow and the stain

That spills,


Into a dream

Of long, long ago.



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A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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