Poem: Blue

Blue is the color of her eyes
That turn a deeper shade
Of cerulean when reflecting
The clarity of summer skies

Blue like the deep of a lake 
Her azure soul is filled
With experiences lived
Reflecting love and heartache

Blue vibrations from a guitar
She strums cobalt melancholy
Striking deep those who listen
To velvet words wrapped in scars 

Blue is the sound of her name
An observation absorbed
Of all the other colors
Only reflecting the proclaimed 

Blue a color that defines
Not in a single idea
Instead like a cut sapphire
Even light envies its shine

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A prompt from d’Verse to write a poem using “Blue.”

A splash of blue, an ocean of blue, a shimmer of blue. Gaze into the distance, or look down at the sapphire on your finger. Take us to the Blue Ridge Mountains or the Blue Lagoon.

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