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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
New Poem.
Deep Blue.
The crying blue sky kissed the deep blue mountain.
The rich green of the grass shines in its light.
The deep, deep blue sings a song.
Both of happiness, and depression.
It sings on days in which you willed everything to end,
and on days that you wish would last forever.
This deep blue mixture of mountains and clouds draws you in.
If you allowed it,
you would be completely eclipsed.
"But that would be okay.."
You whisper to your lonely shadow, that the sun had let out just enough light to cast.
But then, your hit with a cold drop of reality.
And wake up, look up, and stare up,
at the sky,
the very sky you wish would never end,
the very sky you willed to end.
Your eyes wonder around, and you see a light that had gone unnoticed.
A single shinning sunflower.
Beckoning you to join it on the other side of a sharp, gray, bobbed-wire fence.
You contemplate joining it,
imagine carefully weaving through the dangerous wires, you can imagine the incredible freedom that waits on the other side.
You realize that once you crossed the fence, you wouldn't be able to turn back.
For that freedom is tinted with imprisonment.
Still, you reach for the fence.
Then you realize,
the bobbed-wire fence was made of love.
Made of the love your friends and family hold for you.
You look close and see that the wire is their in-tangled hopes and dreams for your future.
The wooden posts holding them up is made of their anger and sadness that you had thought such a thought.
I love the deep blue beyond me,
but alas, I cannot pass this fence.
I cannot cross out and ignore them,
so I just sat, and watched.
As the crying blue sky kissed the
deep
blue
mountains.
(here's the picture I was thinking of as I wrote this poem)
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