David Whalen

(5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Ode to the color blue


There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color
It’s as much an emotion
As it is a hue

Blue is the tender soul
Of sky, flower and ocean
And the blessing and bane
Of me and you

Dye of desperation
Paint of despair
Wistful wash of wisdom
And the pale shade of prayer

A name for a pet
A descriptor of sea
Four letter word…Tho’
The best one that could be

It is substance, it has meaning
Is nothing, yet so many things…
All the while, tis just a color
Only a color, ...yet a color with wings

Submitted: Saturday, March 12, 2011
Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011

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