Blue On Beige

I am bewitched by this hour of day
when the sun lays low in the sky
and the glass bottle in my west window
spills its warm blueness
onto the living room wall -
brilliant color marrying soft beige

I am quiet in this moment
as my breathing couples
with the sound of the second-hand
of my grandmother's clock
and I accept that time ages me
even as the shadows grow deeper
until blue and beige blend into
one another, sleepy from the sunset

I start to pull the shade
then hesitate, waiting
until the last glow of day
spreads itself so thin, we all but
disappear

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Geezer

2 years 4 months ago

A beautiful moment...

that I understand well. There are certain things about life that cannot be explained; like the special moments of the day, when we are captured by the beauty of all life and the passing of time. You have written about such a time. Well done my lady,
~Geezer.
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Lavender

2 years 4 months ago

Hello, Geezer,

So much of poetry is in movement, but there is poetry also in the still life around us. This felt like a still life painting as I noticed the blue reflection cast onto the wall and listened to my grandmother's old clock.
Thank you!
L