Little boy blue a girl once called me
I was in my first teaching year
Must have been obvious to one and all
Blue was my colour of choice.
There’s something warm about a good blue
I don’t always discriminate shades
Depending on my mood which comes first
A light, a dark, a royal or navy.
Blue reflects my personality I’m sure
It gives people an inkling about me
I am warm, and open and pleasant
Well most of the time, and accepting.
My blue today is on my chest
A royal blue to be sure
For I’m feeling very loved today
I am in a crazy place
Lapping it up, can’t get enough
Lets go do this I hear her cry
And I am, for when my heart is open
My blue shines through.
It’s what holds me in good stead,
Helps mediate what’s in my head!
http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/06/poetry-prompt-37-favourite-colour/
Lovely poem…nice color blue, my favorite in fact, but I’ve never thought about it…like how you described your blue!
Thanks Georgia one of the beauties of language and context our different perspectives.
Sure is!
Wonderful poem about the color blue Michael. I can see why blue is your favorite.
Thank you Jackie I appreciate you commenting as you do.
My fav colour too but would not have said so nicely:)
Thanks Cheryl-Lynn nice is what I do.
Together we make purple – LOL
Really? How cool that is.