Welcome to the fourth day of our 30/30!
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Your prompt today is:
I’ve never seen such a blue night sky
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I’ve Never Seen Such a Blue Night Sky
I love night sky’s beginning
blue fading to yellow, resting
on the roofs of Green Street.
Even more, when light goes,
the indigo dome, dark
saxophone sky of summer,
brushing the whole downtown,
a feathered boa—husky and smooth,
a polished mahogany bar, beaded
condensation on a glass, pure
melody, sweet jasmine, blue
satin pricked by a single star.
The sycamores shine, the sparrow’s
last warbled word is a flute.
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Reminds me of pure jazz, piped into twilight!
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monday morning warrior/briefcase,
pressed pinstripe suit & tie/the promise/
of a nubile body/next to you./i’m that person/
& i may not be whole-/just enough to fill you/
you only see/my nakedness as perfection/
not the broken bits inside/i so desperately/
fix with makeshift glue/each time i sink to your/
cerulean depths./ perhaps i’d rather be alone/
today, holed up in my world/ calculating my density/
= mass/volume, gauging the smiles/behind those
arctic eyes./tomorrow is too far away/ i’m gambling
it all away/ for the promise/ that something intelligent/
might actually escape/my filthy mouth./ you don’t want/
to hear it/ as long as they do your job/ sing your praises./
this ephemeral firefly/ can’t make it/ too far away/ i think/
& i’ve never seen/ such a blue night sky/before the rains/
come crashing/drowning me/sumac,in a shaker jar.
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moon bright
looking up now, compared to all the others
this midnight blue was not the bluest,
and not that lightest blue night i recall.
under an azure sky, one summer, he
pulled me closer, my first love, in love
with me, whose eyes were a mirror to me
looking up now, compared to all the others
this midnight blue was not the greenest,
not that peacock night sky i recall
under a cyan sky, one fall, my second love
pulled me closer, pulled a ring of gold from
a pocket to place, with love on my finger
looking up now, compared to all the others
this midnight blue was not the grayest,
not that steel-blue night i recall
under a grey-blue sky, when my last love
whispered in my nearest ear that we
had no more reasons to move as one
looking up now, compared to all the others
this midnight blue is the darkest sky of all,
not like the cerulean, robin, indigo skies,
in this midnight blue, the moon is brightest
and i stand alone, remembering all other nights
with or with a moon, when i did not know myself
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Thank you for these responses! We’re always amazed by what comes out of prompts – so much beauty and feeling and power. We’ve been loving this 30/30, and hope you are too. ❤
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Indigo, not exactly blue,
but then what is blue –
aqua, baby blue, sky blue,
so many shades of a color, any color
representing nature’s diversity?
Indigo on the edge of blue-black,
kohl, smudge, violet/charcoal,
the night sky that offers the perfect backdrop
for the enormity of stars, planets, comets,
and don’t forget Sister Moon.
Indigo the color of perception,
seeing what is tricky to see,
uncommon/common insights
that can only be illuminated with the right background,
background taken for granted and not the focal point,
but how essential to vision,
internal and external.
I stand in the dark of the indigo sky seeing the light.
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when the sky shakes itself free from black and sun peers in
the black absence of color
gives way to the deepest shade of blue, the dark edge of rainbows
moon and stars seem whiter
until then the sun explodes through the slit where sky meets
earth
and from horizon rises a lighter blue
that camoflauges moon and stars
leaving the stage for sun alone
until night sucks out the blues and oranges
once again
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I know I will not be able to do all of these –I will be traveling a bit later this month
but they are a great way to start the mind–thank you for them
Joan
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The blue in the evening sky is the color
of your favorite tie, which your grandson now
wears with pride. Another reminder of another day
passed without you, and I’m angry all over again.
But gray clouds could cover the sky, and I would
feel their gloom. And when it rains, the droplets mix with my tears.
Even the new spring daffodils are starting to wane,
a sign that the end of their short life is just days away.
I find it all so unfair.
It’s been six months and I still
can’t believe you’re gone.
Is there anything that will not ever remind me of you?
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Terrific entries!
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Beside the Barn
Out here, between the yowls of coyotes,
the sky is deep blue serge, with a child’s
scrawl of stars poking through. Domed
precisely like the big downtown cathedral,
constellations stand out like those nights
in Oklahoma, once the dust settled and
everyone’s thoughts went to sleep,
leaving the space between the pounded
earth and sky this translucent void where
blue becomes something other than a
color and we learn that large has no name.
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