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Seeing the World in Blues, Purples, and Greens

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(from the NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem of over-the-top compliments.)[I was so not feeling this prompt. It mentions the Cole Porter song "You're the Top," which was the first thing I thought of too. I don't mind poems that mimic of course, but I also wasn't in the mood for that. Luckily, something came my way in a message this morning that was a little more inspiring.]


This morning, I am seeing the world

in blues, purples, and greens.


You see, during the night

as I slept in dreams

I can no longer remember,

a friend from my husband’s

deep, deep past messaged

a photo of him she’d found in what

she called the “archives.”


It is a picture of a young man.


He is a chestnut brown

boy, lithe and strong, shoulders

like granite shelves on a tall, tall

mountain and hair… so, so much

cumulus clouds of sun-goldened

brown hair. His face is soft and sharp—

smooth, smooth skin over

sharp jaw. He rides atop a blue,

rolled-up pool cover below a bright,

blue summer sky, wearing a purple

t-shirt with a stand of green, green

trees behind. It made me ache

for July and for a pool and for

a chance to be next to such

an image of a young man.


It was a shocking way to awake,

to that beautiful boy in blue, purple,

and green, but only for a moment.


Because then I smiled and said to

that photograph, “Hey Babe, good

morning.”

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