Blue Riffs (Poems)

Blue Riffs

Baby, you

had me with your French

bleu. Your plot

to blue-flag my attentions

one Tiffany blue

box, ribbon

laced. Out of the blue

I could see

your blueprint

for our future no blue-plate

special I could say

yes to but

once in a blue moon

a habit

-forming mix

to send us soaring into

that wild blue yonder.

     ~

A sky dyed

deep in indigo

will bleed through

pillowed down

in mourning's clouds, awaken

what true blue feelings

you favor

most in constant love.

No scheming

for forget- 

me-nots, no raging of skin

erupting red hot.

     ~

You talking

a blue streak leaves cheeks

cherubic

-pinked, eyes icy

blue. Blue-bloods, ladies give blue

comedy their boot.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas

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This trio of poems* is for fun, my contributions to this week's call from T.S. Poetry Press for catalog color poems for Every Day Poems. Read about the catalog technique here and then go here to read about the things that L.L. Barkat has hunted down and placed in her red basket.

What colors in your world would you catalog? Add your contribution to the T.S. Poetry Press Wall on FaceBook. But hurry, entries are due today.

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* Each of these poems follows the Shadorma form, which requires stanzas of six lines following a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllabic pattern.