By Dorothy Kamm
Vero Beach Branch, Florida
How many names exist
For all the hues of blue?
Is azure the sky blue
Of mid-day,
Cloudless and intense?
What about French blue,
The toned-down blue
Of country crockery
That sometimes saturates
A summer sky?
Cerulean blue may appear
On the horizon
When yellow vapors
Of a setting sun
Wash over thalo blue.
Ultramarine and
Midnight blue –
The deepest hues,
So dark they can be mistaken
For the color black;
But they are the color of
A moonlit night sky and space,
Infinite consciousness,
Dreaming trance-like
As mystical awareness expands.
Dorothy,
Enjoyed your poetry. You are woman of many talents. I remember meeting you years ago when you were writing books about your beautiful ceramic pins.
Pat,
Thanks for the compliments. I, too, remember meeting you and can say that you, too, are very talented!