Blue Poem

Blue grosbeak.
Blue house.
Solemn lady
sings the blues
under the bright sky.

My face wears
it’s azure downfall.
Time for my ultra-
marine sobs
to connect me
with the enigmatic ocean.

Saphire shelled beetle
struggles across
our blue-black-sands
footprints.

Blue berry.
Blue mist aloft
when a rogue
wave crashes
the breakers.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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