Spectrum
In purple
I ascend
and float to blue.
An azure so intense
I close my eyes
and still see
blue and blue beyond
as far as I dare go
and not meet god.
It’s here I’ll stay,
in blue.
The green
is tempting from afar.
It beckons
with fresh promise.
But up close
I know the smell
of mown grass will
draw me to the
earth’s deadly embrace.
I’ll stay in blue
not yielding
to the yellow
beams that
seep into my bones
and seek
to melt away
resistance with
their warmth .
No, not for me.
I’ll stay in blue
and let the mists
enshroud me
and fend off
the orange
flames of napalm
lapping at the
fragile skin that wraps
what we call life.
No, no
I’ll stay in blue
far from
the fires quenched
by spurts of red
pumped
from the wounds
of what
a blink of time ago
were whole boy/men.
No, not for me.
I’ll choose the blue beyond
and float
untethered
in my azure dreams.
(First published in Poetica, July 2007)
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