More “Rhapsodies en Bleu”
Steel Silver Aqua
(Cape Canaveral Beach)
Can you see
the shades of blue
in the mist, the haze,
the spray suspended?
The singular tint
in an absence of wind
to part sea from sand
and sky?
Marble, gunmetal,
powder and pearl --
porcelain, topaz, ice –
like a-dog's-eyes blue.
A poem beyond pigment --
Always in draft –
never complete.
Such comfort we take --
Published by
Martha T. Terrell
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Yearning for a blue sky now….
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