it never comes to rest
its scent is distant bonfires
its touch moth-breath
Blue is man-child
with spiritual eyes
a stranger in a room
who isn't one
soft down on upper lip
felt without touch
it is dreaming at night
of what is not and cannot be
it is gauze-vision
half-reality
it is a shaky signature
on a typewritten page
seen through mist
Blue is pain that is borne alone
it is quena music
bone-notes quavering over absent flesh
in death worship
yawns are for want of blue
and partially for having it
Blue is pigeons
and siamese cats
and snow shadows
it is for ever
stretching
it is ten billion spindles
weaving blue fabric endlessly
it is the certain
uncertainty
(Nov.2004)
(Senneville, Quebec)
Philippa Lane
Daily Quote: I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a canceled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.
- Henry Ward Beecher
Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: estraneo: stranger / noun
Example sentence: Non invitare estranei a casa, per favore.
Translation: Please do not invite strangers into the house.
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