Could it be blue?


Could it be blue

the answer to the question this time

or a blow crushing the head

the tearing of hair

like rags of mist rising from the lake?


We tongue words

who when what

but life is no less purple-red

the sky still glows brazen bold and

you you you

beneath it still gaze at your feet

making shadows that scream at the light.



peer through distant rain to the sea where blue blows

longing to soar on sail-wings over diamond-spray

and curling wave water.


toss you a rose

urging asking willing

you to raise your face to the sun

to smell the wind full of salt and flowers.


Take my hand and we will go there

into the blue


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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