I sit vigil while the day
creeps forward
along evening’s edge
here is the waste land of color
dampened darkness
duns and grays
lie in wait
in this waste land
I stand facing east
searching for cerulean
my hands raised up
back toward the waste land
my eyes reflect blue
from the horizon
hope lies beyond my sight
will this waste land depart?
the day comes slow
laying waste to blind night
come dawn
come hope
come blue
Pamela Olson, 8/30/09
For One Single Impression‘s
prompt, “blue”
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I loved the haunted, yearning feel of this poem…the photograph really adds a great visual. Wonderful!
Hello Pam,
This came up on my feed and I just had to pop over to say how much I enjoyed reading, thanks!
I love the mood in this poem and the photograph together with your poem.. Magic!
Very visual. Creates an unusual mood..
weeks trample on each other like magazines
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the image is awesome.. a different take! creates quite unusual mood, like gautami says..!
There’s a beautiful, haunting feel to this. Marvellous.
The emotion is this is almost palpable. “Dampened darkness” – very evocative, too!
This is a beautiful and evocative interpretation of this prompt. I love the progression of each line. Photo is breathtaking!
There is a surrender in this searching that is poignant. Thanks. I love the way blue moves through these lines.
specially enjoyed:
“come dawn
come hope
come blue”
Your search for blue in night and day is beautiful. I’d sit vigil for those blues too. Have a great night.
a in the searching
in a ‘ waste land of color ‘..
( this is funny _what i was typing was as under_ )
a persistent urge in the searching
– - in a ‘ waste land of color ‘ ..
many thanks for sharing this ..
sitting vigil is a wonderful stance.
loved:
come dawn
come hope
come blue
this is a wonderful piece, thank you
There is hope but we don’t know. I feel your longing for a tint of blue away in the east, either in the sky or of the water.
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Other people have already said it, but “wasteland of color” is a beautiful turn of phrase… gives me chills! Very nicely done, the photo is an especially lovely touch.
Surely a bit magical and mystical – lovely!
Loved reading this and especially the last 3 lines…haunting~ and the picture was a perfect match!
I love the hauted feel to this piece.
the picture is poetry itself and the words, is as sweeping
Simple, spare and elegant. Great mood cohesion. Nice conceptual progress from start to finish.
The sounds of this piece match the tone very well. There’s a sense of despair, but also of searching and hope.