Blue
Forget me not blue
As an Alaskan blueberry
Endurance is a flower
A bulb in winter’s depth
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.
In this-world-of-my-creation
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are falling autumn leaves.
I see a road before me
A road I walk in vain
A road through Trawden, Lancashire
A road that’s not the same.
All roads lead to heaven
And all roads lead to you
And all these roads are empty
Of eyes of deepest-blue.
I loved the rainy mornings of my life
And I never thought that friendly mountain passes
Would ferry me away, like this,
But now happy times are seldom
And the rain runs away with me.
From holiday beach to temptestous sea
The thunder clouds gather like swarms of angry bees
I have lost my faith in the indomitable sea.
And I have lost my faith in humanity
I sing only one song now
O! the mechanical movement of the sun
Sunshine blooms and nectar spreads
Like a tender, living tree
Covering all that’s dappled, fair, free
Like a changeling in the ocean
Like the mermaids in the sea, and unlike me.
victoriavautaw@gmail.com
Thu 14th Nov 2019 04:48
John, I hope you never stop writing. Your words are nectar to our souls. I really love this one, like so many of your poems. Write on my luminous poetic friend.