"A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden." Terri Guillemets

One word is such a vague way of defining oneself, is it not? Still I'll admit it: I consider myself to be a 'cyanic", a person who gravitates largely in this life to the color blue. It can be any form of the color blue, but I particularly like a deep, rich velvet blue that resonates in your vision, seeming to make everything wash anew in rebirth. The word alone has a connotation of color as rich as life itself. We are allowed, after all, to define ourselves in a multitude of ways, so I'll stick with calling myself a cyanic and give due credit to the famous Bard, Shakespeare, for the possibility of doing just such a thing: "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet "

I am a hardcore, down-to-earth "cyanic", fulfilled by the deep blue violet that blooms or the vast blue skies that loom above us, constantly changing in the array of blues found in their depths. I have always gravitated to rich, vivid blues, surrounding myself with as much as possible; ceramics, crystals, pottery, walls, flowers, coverings, and art. For me, the color evokes a wide range of emotions of well-being and peace. Blue brings wonder and imagination, especially while listening to Debussy. You only need to hear the scattering of fairy like, magical music rippling across the air in Clair de Lune to see a vision of blue painted, tangible enough to reach out and touch. Then there's the cornflower blue found in Van Gogh's Starry Starry Night that brings forth a depth of feeling, taking the viewer into the recesses of Van Gogh's creativity and depression. The pale, delicate blue found in Bernini's dome housed in St. Peter's Basilica is amplified by an array of muted colors while the blue still vibrating regally to stand front and center in his architectural masterpiece.

The color blue takes me into extraordinary realms where I am most creative, comfortable, and peaceful. Going one step further, for me, cyan or blue is represented by the Archangel Michael, known for having a magnificent wingspan that reaches and fills the heavens. He is the head of all angels, a warrior of heaven, and our fiercest, constant protector.

Yes, I am defined each day by blue. It surrounds and calms me as I witness its beauty in dynamic vibrancy in; the skies, the butterflies, someone's eyes, the oceans, the flowers, the fish, the birds, and even food. It would be wondrous to fly about and over this enormous planet, emboldened by all nature that hums and beats with blue at its center. In the end, we are one with the universe - a mixture of blue truth and life - much more than we'll ever realize.

"Blue is the closest color to truth." Steven Tyler

ice water in my veins

shattered sharp

you don't love me

chest pangs somersault

cutting deep cold clotting

body becomes brilliantly brittle

tingling turquoise-tipped fingers

cloud covered cheeks

frozen numb lake placid

your blades figure eighting

pointed piercing prying

tearing up tearing up torn

reflections under azure skies

we'll have this argument all our lives

I suspect it so well of us

You'll say it's black as night

staring deeply in,

and I'll say look here

at what's in front,

what lies beneath

uncertainty,

and reigns supreme

as silver-gray . . .

Darkly, you'll insist,

more lightly,

still ...

we need look beyond.

And so, we'll settle,

once again---

for the middle ground.

02.06.2024

blue: how it looks/feels challenge @champagnepoetry

This feels less a color of sorrow

It feels sticky

cold

not like ice but something left in a fridge too long

When I think blue, I think the dark blue

A deep ocean of fears and unknown creatures

then remember the smiles of my friends which love it so

then I think back on blue

as a young child it was my favorite there was

I loved flowing water

floating there letting thoughts numb

then I hated it

it felt constricting, trapping, cold

too too cold

too too empty

I think blue to some words, some languages

and those I avoided so long as I hated the word in itself

"blue"

but growth comes with change

no longer my favorite nor a feeling I avoid

blue is a color you can touch and pick up

blue is cold

blue is confusing- for every shade of blue feels slightly different

blue feels like a welcoming old hug

if only id accept it

but I don't

I don't like the texture or the taste or the thought

I don't care to float freely in water or be embraced by sensations of ice

the color of my childhood- now the color of putting my flame out

The hue of calm

Peace within

A deliberate balm

A dancing whim

A cold hard truth

Slithering eel

Cold clamy smooth

Fascinating feel

Rough as frozen stone

And soft as mist twilight

Calm as the sweetest tone

Dancing into midnight

A best friend forever

Deep summer pool

Thinking something

Feeling deeply cool

A hug after a cry

A whisper and laugh

The favorite sweater you buy

Then have to bring back

Blue is the way of being

Fresh, loving, and breezy

There so more to it than seeing

Not what makes you uneasy

She drifts into view, drawing forth vast emotions from the soul’s darkest abyss.

There is an air of mystery trailing behind her like some rare, exotic fragrance.

She exudes regality and sensuality in the same pulse.

Her presence is alarming yet alluring; calming yet unsettling.

Her name is Contradiction, and her signature shade is sapphire.

BLUE

blue skies blue sea

it's what one expects to see

but did you know?

blue is best

to use as a backdrop

for portrait colour

photography?

blue complements

brown skin tones.

we used the colour blue

when my husband

the Photographer,

and I,

travelled around

the island

taking photos

of ordinary people.

Blue. what did the colour

do? it bought the portrait

to life. subjects were focused

to center stage, smiling true .

The sky and sea merge

blue haze in the air

we live on a tropical

island.

Blue is everyhwere.

royal blue.

indigo blue

aquamarine blue

turquoise blue

persian blue

blue kingfisher

blue river

Simon blue

Barefoot Blue.

No chance of being Blue

Colour heals you.

The color of scattered glass,

Like shattered ice,

In a place that was once comforting

The color of a roiling sea,

Mountainous waves,

And the deepest void beneath

The color of a lifeless screen,

Lost progress,

And the death of what is dear

The color of disappointment,

Hateful tears,

And giving up

The color of,

At least for me,

Sadness.

I imagine it will blind me

when the clouds clear up; it's

been misty-gray-miserable

since this morning

and I've been alone

On approach,

my stomach is up in my throat

I hope I won't be able to breathe

hanging out R's car

window on highway one

Hair breathed away from my forehead

Sun blinking hello,

morse code on the ocean

The sea is a switchboard

and I am flying

Well, R's driving