So my goal for this section is to force me to write more, and possibly submit some more poems.

Blue
On Concepts Edge:2008-2009

It's the taste of slaty water where the sky
Meets my feet on a clear sunny day.
It's the color of an open window
Or the glue of the sky that holds
The coulds in their flowing state.
It's the ebb and flow of a poor man's voice
On a crab boat in Maryland
As he pulls in the hard armor catch of the day.
The stripes of the herring proud in her stance
And the rain, when she falls very sad and tense
With the light rays coming down to visit the earth.
Manifesting as passion of a hippie's ring
When the uppie wakes to the blue jays song
And the feeling of peace flows through his new opened icy eyes.
A watery color, the underbelly of a rainbow,
Appears in a dancer's twirl when that pretty girl
Lives as herself and not some China doll.
But as those snowflakes fall on Swedish eyes
And hides her true feelings deep inside
To gain an aura, and change in pace
Not the high energy that is normally around,
But cool enough
To bring her down.