A silver light,
In blue
It was.
A glimmer on
Still
Water.
A place of dream
Of home
It was.
A hope for
Time’s lost
Daughter.
A Silver Light
Blue
Due For Blue
Photo: Sean Stratton on Unsplash
She knew
She was due
For some blue.
She felt the tug,
The subtle hue,
Sliding her joy askew.
A clue
For what the next step
Would do.
The polar opposites
That made her into
Two.
Her mood on queue
For an internal coup.
For the dVerse Quadrille challenge: Blue
Note: Dedicated to my friends who walk the tightrope of bipolar disorder. I don’t know what it is like to be you or what you go through, but I see you and hear you. You matter, complete with the ups and downs within you.
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Blue Belle
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
She hangs out next to the couch, wrapped around the floor lamp like a hand in a hand. She’s been there a long time. She lived on other floor lamps before this one, till their time had come and she welcomed a new one. She makes friends with them all, says goodbye to those who lost their spark. Perhaps she thinks of them, sometimes.
She hangs out next to the couch, wrapped around the floor lamp like a protective palm over a young hand. She watches little fingers wrestling beads onto threads, listens as small mouths make words out of thoughts, witnesses big hearts in tiny chests writing grand ideas into evolving minds – theirs and mine.
She hangs out next to the blue couch. She hears the unasked questions that stay behind worried parents’ lips. The questions children ask, sometimes for the first time. She understands. She does not prod. She just knows. They look for her, especially after a long break, reassured to find her there, still wrapped around the floor lamp like a comfy hug.
She’s been there long enough to find the right time to catch their eye.
With a quiet smile.
Blue Belle on her perch by the couch. Patience in her heart, twinkle in her eye.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Blue (first blue object you see)
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The Blues
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Stand up
To the dimming of
The light
By cruel
Injustice.
Be the lone voice
If you
Must.
Hold tall
Against the winds
That wish to
Break right
Into wrong
And form
Wrong
Into common practice.
Behold the skies
In blues
And clouded
Sorrow,
Even as you keep
Fighting for
Better today
And a just
Tomorrow.
For July Blues
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White Puffed Blue
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
White puffed blue
Spreads above
To the wide horizon.
For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Blue
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Blue Planet
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Serpentine line
Undulates across planes
Amidst the snowed patches of
Rugged terrain.
Spread below
To horizon
Of blue onto blue
This one planet
We share
All of us –
Me and you.
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Arctic Blue
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
From above the way
The clouds hold sway
As the Arctic clings on
To the day.
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Hues Of Blue
Photo: Inbar Asif
From aqua blue
To deep hue
The ocean runs
Deeply through
The soul that breathes
In me and you.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Color of choice
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Blue thoughts on Yellow
Photo: Karen Forte
In middle school the uniforms
Were yellow tops and blue skirts
For the girls,
Yellow tops and blue slacks
For the boys.
The hue of yellow
In the official
Button downs,
Was a pale shade that made
Even the ruddy
Cheeks of children
Wash out
In the sun.
I used to think perhaps
This was the only color
Merchants had on overstock
When the school had first opened:
A fabric rescued
After years of fade brought on
By being forgotten
By everyone.
Oh, it was a decent enough school,
With friends I have kept
In touch with since the
Beginning of Sixth Grade.
It was the yellow hue
That had me blue.
Decades passed
And while
The beauty and the range
Of it in nature
Does indeed move me to tears,
I’m yet to own
A yellow garment
Even after
All these years.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Blue and Yellow
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Blue Antidote
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
So your car
Not feel blue
Add an eyelash
Or two.
For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Blue
Na'ama Yehuda 
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