Featured Poem: Blue Hues

 

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.

 

2 comments

  1. Patricia Setser says:

    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.

    • Dorothy Kamm says:

      Pat,

      Thanks for the compliments. I, too, remember meeting you and can say that you, too, are very talented!

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