Thursday, May 26, 2011

Perfectionism: Blue

A robin’s egg blue vase,
porcelained very fine;
a mountain lake so clear
it shimmers blue-white
diamonds radiating the sun;
a sky azured with no trace
of white or gray, serene
in its pristine solitude;
the blue rose yet unfound.
Blues all fading when
placed aside the blue
act of creation, the blue
hill of Jerusalem, the blue
echoes of Armageddon’s
armies contending with
the blue wind of eternity.

This poem is submitted to the blog carnival hosted by Bonnie Gray at Faith Barista. Today’s theme is perfectionism. To see more posts on the theme, please visit the site.

Photograph: Swan on Lake by Vera Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Louise Gallagher said...

"Pristine solitude"


Maureen said...

What we create by our own hand pales.

Karen Kyle Ericson said...


nance marie said...

i do like blue
all the shades
made beautiful
fading into

Lisa notes... said...

"Blues all fading when
placed aside..."

I can picture the imagery. Thanks for painting it, Glynn. Nice job.

S. Etole said...

your words create such beauty ...

Caroline said...

Wow. Your words absolutely evoke strong, vivid images.

monicasharman said...

That "sky azured with no trace..."

Reminds me of the Colorado sky. :)