The Battle of The Orchids

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Perhaps
It’s why we had relative peace

Tho’ blue and red both 
Magenta suited us 

We smiled with eachother
Even when mad or weakened

Truths we spoke into being
During our long breaths together

We shared an ancient meal 
Despite our different appetites 

So Much Blue Sky

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You warrant more verses

Come closer here

You chaotic data point

You anomaly of nature

Emerged from the bedrock

Suffered not by your world 

Until too close to now 

How many haven’t known

There are laws against thee

Happy

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I know you’re wrapped in bedhead 
Blue
That I’ll never get my blanket
Back
That you don’t own a funny 
Bicycle
That a fast one, you are
But
I know I’m happy I never left you 

Damn The Blue

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O if only!

I should latch my finger through

The loop of the well-worn costume

That’s seen you through life’s ups and downs

And tear away the silly front of it

I’d see a new you

I’d help you through life’s unders and overs 

The Light Tender

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In the deep, dark depths of the back of the closet,
Was the blue dress long abandoned.

Encouraged to remember its flounce and its flow,
I grabbed hold of a lamp
And decided to go
Find it again
Or get lost trying.

So what that I did get lost?
I found it hanging there -still nice.
And it fit and I wore it all day today,
Reaching down at my feet occasionally
To pick up the pieces that kept falling
From the hemline. Not a bad thing.

Holding them in my hands,
I recognize the pieces
As opportunities
To proclaim how I love:

The secret delivery of art as I peek from behind the curtain;
The tears that you leak, that I’ll never stop reaching to catch;
The laughter contagious, or the snapshot of it;
You, in red, refusing to wear the green I chose for you; and,
Me, as I keep collecting pieces of blue.