Tag Archives: blue

paean

lovely one   what magic you are
every color becomes livelier
by the charm of your wearing it
through you red becomes redder
blue turns bluer   green grows greener
and nakedness is clothed in beauty
only when you undress    my eyes
knew not how to see till I met you
as for the creatures of this world
from you every blossom acquires
its exquisiteness    through you every bird
turns into a singing virtuoso
how well you charm the butterflies
because of you they’re tiny rainbows
flying   always flying through the fields
even within my dreams    oh love
what a magical being are you

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014

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haiku

hydrangea blossoms:
florets go from green to blue
aging gracefully

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

haiku

blue   white   band on band
cloud-striped skies roll over me
awe lifts my vexed heart

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

Tanka – Seeing

seen from here below
these trees bear blue in their boughs
yet seen from above
the trees paint earth mottled green.
what is truth  what is falsehood

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Still Life

He awoke suddenly.  He looked quickly around the dimly lit bedroom.  Everything looked to be in place.  A beam of light struck the wall above the low bookcase on which the TV set seemed to float.  He realized then that the framed print was missing from the wall.  He sat up, tossed off the covers, got out of bed. That’s when he saw a slight glint from the glass covering the print in its frame. The print lay between the bookcase and the shoe rack that was against the wall and behind the half-opened door.

As he reached for the picture, he remembered when his wife had bought it, a year before she died.  She’d found it at a yard sale a few blocks from their home.  In the faint light, he looked at the print, seeing it more in memory than with his eyes.

There were two teacups on a table, the farther one a yellow teacup, the nearer one more brown and tan.  Both were full of tea.  There were no persons in the picture.  It was a painting in the impressionist style.  The colors were all bright, especially the yellow of the one cup and the blue of one wall.  There was a brown chair near the blue wall, and a painting on the adjoining wall.  Between the painting and the chair, an oddly shaped string instrument, probably a cello, was propped against the mixed yellow, orange and beryl green of the wall with the painting.

He still stared at the print as the rising sun brightened the window, then the room.  When he had asked his wife why she liked the unusual still life, she smiled and said, “Because it’s you and me, two teacups, the same except for the different colors, both brimming with strong tea, brewed with love and care and raw honey.”

He smiled.

He put the picture on the bed.  Later he’d affix it again to the wall.  But now he went into the bathroom to begin the day.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

breaker

blue pressing wave am i
in this desire rushing
toward shores white
like flesh
and dream
and silence
waiting
like old memories
in darkness

the sun is false
in its shining and time
is a hand outstretched
in hope and ignorance

i
rushing blue wave of desire
land
upon blank shores
waiting
like old memories
in darkness

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2011