This poem is offered in response to prompt #21 at We Write Poems.
Deep Azure
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on the boulevard below
last night’s rain puddles
midst the chaos of metro-clutter
as if abandoned by the waters of earth
it shoulders its way through the culverts
in search of mother sea
this day begins golden and crisp
bird songs echo empty sunrise streets
lover and beloved
we sit by the morning window
with tea and curiosity
we talk
for this moment
our souls spill one into the other
until I am distracted
your lips continue sculpting words
but I’ve fallen into your deep azure eyes
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rob kistner © 2010
I really liked the atmosphere that you created in this poem. Your mornings sound lovely 🙂
Thank you Daniel…
…rob
Lovely and romantic.
Thank you Maureen…
…rob
Love the last line – those deep azure eyes! Thought you were speaking the ocean at first! Beautiful poem.
Glad you liked it Diane…
…rob
Beautiful poem Rob!
Pamela
Pamela, I appreciate your kind words…
…rob
You come across in your poetry as a kind and loving man: a treasure for any woman.
Thank you Viv, you are exceedingly generous. I’ve been alive long enough to have had a few relationships. If you surveyed the group you’d probably get a 50/50 split regarding my qualifications as a treasure — the 50% leaning in my favor being those from my later years. Like most men, it took me a number of years (decades) to grow up… 😉
…rob
You are extremely good at capturing both mood and emotions in your poetry. This one feels as fresh as a swim in crystal clear water.
Elizabeth
You are gracious ElizaBeth…
…rob
Hey Rob, it’s DanielA – I’m a girl! Maybe it’s time to come out of my shell and put a name and a picture to my profile 😉
OK, hi Daniela — it is always nice when the real person comes forth…
…rob
Rob, I’m a former city person. I’ve pondered the treacherous course of urban waters, and it’s not a pretty scenario! Having said that, the two images of spilling are so different and so visual. And Deep Azure Eyes should have been a followup to Brown-Eyed Girl for Van Morrison! A great title, don’t you think? Amy
Amy, I’m pleased you grasped the juxtaposition of the ‘spilling’ images… 😉
As to Van Morrison, he is one of my favorite “poets who make music”, Joni Mitchell being another, and Dylan, and Gordon Sumner, and… Some of Van’s verse is absolutely breathtaking and spellbinding… that you put me in the same paragraph as Van the Man, even if just to pair the titles, humbles me to the core…
I get chills when Van starts rolling into one of his ecstatic contemplations — just primo word crafting…
…rob