Hellooooo, intrepid poets! De (WhimsyGizmo) here, fresh back from a nice long visit to Lake Tahoe – one of the most brilliantly blue places on the planet. I swear I breathe better there. The word Tahoe can be loosely translated in the Washoe language to mean “Lake of the Sky.” You can see why…
Last Tuesday, on the loooooong drive home, I got a bad case of the blues. (You have to drive through Tonopah to get from Tahoe to the Las Vegas area. Enough said.) And then when I got home, our southern Nevada skies looked like this:
Just a reminder that there is always something beautiful to look at. Sometimes you need only look up.
For this week’s Poetics, I want you to do just that: look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. Ponder the hue itself (indigo, turquoise, cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, azure, slate) for a bit, then write. Or listen to some blues, and write us some sadness. Or if you’ve got those late-summertime-can’t-seem-to-write blues, tell us about it – in poem form.
Still stuck? Pull one of these phrases, and put it to work for you:
– blue plate special – blue collar – forever in blue jeans
– the thin blue line – indigo summer on a bayou breeze
– self-azured – black and blue – electric blue boogaloo
Come get inky with us and write up a blue streak. The sky’s the limit.
To join in:
– write us a blue poem, and post it to your blog
– click on Mr. Linky and enter your name and the direct URL to your post
– leave a comment below to say hello
– visit other poets, read and comment