Blues riff
on a cocktail napkin
a single tear
They want my blue eyes. If they only knew …
clear sky
rustling leaves
summer wind
The talk of a coming “Blue Tsunami…” As if.
all the calm
of the ocean
politics
Traveling these blue ways …
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #107 โ Blueย Monday (pubtended by Kim Russell)
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concise and powerful (re)working of the theme – thanks also for the ‘blue Tsunami’ – (new to me) the world will be watching with breath bated.
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I like how you went small to large with the blue. Lots said here.
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I love the trip from nature and summer winds to blue tsunami and politics….but then again, that just more summer wind, now isn’t it?
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I like your take on the prompt and the poetry form used. Well done.
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I love the photos and the words sequence in meditation. I hope that blue tsunami is coming, to wash away the ocean of dirt.
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I love the image, so many shades of blue, the shape and form of your quadrille, and the word play and imagery in:
โBlues riff
on a cocktail napkin
a single tearโ.
I also share Grace’s hope that the blue tsunami washes away the ocean of dirt. Let’s see what mayhem Mary Trump’s book releases.
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