2011/03/30 Sun-Bleached Blue Poem by Margaret Alice

A brilliant blue sky in sea-side holiday style
with golden dollops of sunshine awakened
memories of good times, then I broke down,
admitted I am not a visionary who can keep
herself happy, I need the sun and sky, the
azure horizon and velvet green of trees

Without these props my smile comes at a
cost, the beauty of today a gift reminding
me how much I missed the sun-bleached
blue during past grey weeks, thrown back
on my imagination for sustenance, casting
about for a happy vision to replace

A glorious golden sun – the only face that
really fills the empty spaces in my life –
I might have over-identified with the sun-
beam imagery of childhood catechism,
now to replace the power of the sun in
my array of positive symbols – shall I

Still grow away from the sun in my
current life – no, not while its touch
means so much to me…