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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…

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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:

IMG_2408Just 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