![]()
Pure Blue
Blue
as filose algae
on the underbelly
of oceans
s
e
e
p
i
n
g
Blue
as crystal shards
in the gallery
of dreamscapes
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
Blue
as your iris
meeting my iris
in beings
m
e
r
g
i
n
g
Blue-on-Blue
as low music
in mood tones
of bass
t
h
u
m
p
i
n
p
gut strings
of Blue cobalt
cold Blue
when your iris
left my iris
to see Santa Fe enchantment
in the faraway
Blue, baby, Blue
Copyright © Linda L. Bielowski, Ph.D.
All Pages Copyright © 2001
www.alittlepoetry.com
All Rights Reserved
All poems owned by individual author and should not be reproduced without permision.