A Chance Encounter
I had completed my task
dispersing my offerings
my colors well positioned
I was free for other things
I hovered the surfaces
retracing my steps
in a reluctance to leave
falling out of my depth
One mis-step I took
when I did not look
where I stumbled through
the color Blue
In regal silence it had presided
impasto plump – lying in wait
this slow drying meat eater
waiting for prey – touched my fate
oil soaked by this chance encounter
stained blue cloaked and glazed
whispering promises of infinity
I drew back covered and dazed
A close brush with Blue
its beauty cancels all sin
it is good to be in paradise
if only now and then
(from the point of view of a paint brush)
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Really wildly beautiful
and I get reminded of one of my favorites, the Giver quartet, which characterizes a similarly alluring yet dangerous blue–blue thread, actually. Now I consider blue paint.
Super cool.
Thank you so much for this comment!–I am so glad it came across to you and loved hearing about a “blue-blue thread”. Many thanks!
I love this perspective and that last stanza is a wower!
Thank you Shaun–I really appreciate your visiting my poems this June and for all your thoughtful comments!
From the point of view of a paint brush = brilliant. Love each stanza of this fascinating poem.
Thank you for reading this one–a bit of wrestling was involved–so I was a little unsure it read okay to others–so I really appreciate your comments–many thanks!