Self-Portrait with Blue
Darker shades contain black or grey. I claim
the median and the shortened spectrum, near dawn’s terminus.
In many languages, one word describes both blue and green.
Homer had no word for it.
The color of moonlight and bruises, of melancholy and unmet
expectation, it cools and calms, and slows the heart.
Woad. Indigo. Azurite. Lapis lazuli. Dyes. Minerals. Words. Alchemy.
On this clear day I stretch my body on the pond’s surface and submerge.
Not quite of earth, blue protects the dead against evil in the afterlife,
and offers the living solace through flatted notes and blurred 7ths.
Blue eyes contain no blue pigment.
In China, it is associated with torment. In Turkey, with mourning.
Between despair and clarity, reflection and detachment,
admit the leaves and sky, the ocean, the earth.
Water captures the red, but reflects and scatters blue.
Look to me and absorb, and absorbing, perceive.
This originally appeared in the Silver Birch Press Self-Portrait Series, and is included in The Circumference of Other, my offering in the Silver Birch Press chapbook collection, IDES, scheduled to be published on October 15.
Just remarkably beautiful. I even have blue eyes! I look forward to owning that collection!
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Thanks very much, Kelly.
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Very welcome, Robert
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Superbly splendid. The meshing between facts and expression flawless in your flow.
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Thank you. I learn so much from writing!
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And I learn so many intriguing things from your poems!
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Interesting! Thank you for sharing.
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I’m pleased you found it so. Thanks for reading.
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Have you heard of the evil eye? Wearing blue protects from words of envy.
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I had not heard of that connection. Thank you!
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This is so clever. I also love the feeling it gives me. I sometimes spend time trying to take apart a poem and understand it deeply but since a I am not reading academically, I tell myself it is ok to read for what it does for me. (That also makes me feel better about myself when I just cannot understand!) This pinged my enjoyment meter. Plus I learned the word woad, which tickles me. Also a feeling thing. What in the world do you read, and how long does it take, to develop such a repository of words and references?! Impressed.
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I’m glad you like this one. A poem like this is truly meant to be read for what it does for/to you. What matters most to me, as both poet and reader, is resonance, not meaning. I have many enthusiasms, and am naturally curious, and thus I read a little of this, a little of that. Occasionally I’ll delve a little more deeply into a subject, but I’m always finding different threads that pull me away from the original area and into different directions.
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Very nice!
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P.S. Odd synchronicity–I have been working on a post which makes reference to a prism. Can’t seem to get it to where I want it but will probably post it soon anyway.
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I can’t wait to read this!
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It is an odd one. Not sure if I like it or not.
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Now I’m intrigued.
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Beautiful. Both your words and the color.
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You are, as always, very kind. Thank you. And I agree – blue is beautiful.
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clever reflection.. 🙂 . thank you for sharing…
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Thank you.
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Your poetry is like murmurs heard by a child drifting to sleep while the grownups talk in the other room. One sense when first heard, another the next day upon waking.
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Which almost describes the way I write these things – just trying to catch the lines as they fly past… 🙂
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The sense of discovery in your poems is palpable; in this one especially so. Have enjoyed your poems for a while now. Time to say thanks 🙂
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You are very welcome, and I am grateful that you find the time to read my work.
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Love your work. Thanks for popping by my blog 🙂
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Thanks very much. I enjoy your blog, and particularly liked the tale of Beavis and Butthead, the sheep.
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I just found a quicker and more efficient way of managing comments, lol! Better late than never 🙂
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Very nicely done, rhythmic and musical, not to mention your reference to various tones of color: so many shades of blue. Also loved the symbolism.
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Thank you. Not everything is black and white. 🙂
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It’s always a pleasure to sit with your work a while to appreciate the sound of it, the sense of it and the feelings it evokes. I should devote more time to poetry – time, that rare commodity! I want to say that I have enjoyed translating your work into Chinese and look forward to doing more in the future.
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By the way, 青 is Chinese for blue, and green
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For blue and green! So context is ever important.
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Oh yes. 青天 is blue sky and 青草 is green grass. Not so hard to figure out 🙂
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Thank you, Mary. This is the type of poem I enjoy writing the most, but it also consumes the most time, as I explore different threads to find compatible parts, and am easily distracted. 🙂 Yes, time! There’s never enough. I’ve so enjoyed listening to your recordings, and am honored that you’ve translated my poetry.
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Thanks, Robert. We appreciate the attention you apply to your writing.
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Lovely. Blue is my mother’s color — and suits her beautifully. For years, when I was a child, she dressed me in blue, as well; and I persisted in the habit into adulthood until I realized…blue is not my color…My colors are green and gold and earth. My colors are Autumn. 🙂
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Thank you. I seem to gravitate towards the cooler end – blues, grays.
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Dear Robert, Love this poem. Would love to review the book. Please contact me:magicpoet01@gmail.com for postal address, if you are interested. kindest regards Maggie
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Thank you, Maggie. I’ve emailed you.
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“Water captures the red, but reflects and scatters blue.” – I love when you take something so literal and concrete and turn it on its head to make it poetic, raising it above simple, tangible fact.
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Thank you. Poetry is everywhere!
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Website doesn’t show as available—yet…..
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I hope it shows up in the next few days. There’s sometimes a “disconnect” between Amazon and small publishers.
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I’ll keep checking. Thanks!
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As will I!
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