Blue

It is months since I thought

of decorating the hall

and I guess the stairs

and the landing too,

but when I attempt

to picture the finished wall

I always picture you instead

lain nestled in that empty bed.

The bed an empty tribute

(of a kind) to you,

the room a shrine,

your Rhapsody in Blue,

I never liked that you know,

you knew. 

Glissando  or portamento –

I never really gave a fig –

that I ate today (well four)

with Weetabix, milk

and fromage frais,

But it’s important!,

you would say

as if it mattered

in the great big scale of things.   

I got weighed today

and knew I

would not want to know,

why is it that

my mind gets smaller

while my body grows? 

Middle aged spread

she kindly said

as I slipped back on

my cool alligator shoes

(that I wore when we danced

and you sang the blues).

I have the wallpaper

that will cover the cracks –

God I love you so

and I  want you back   

Tomorrow

 I will paste it, lay it

and paint it blue

(the colour I feel

when I think of you).

Anna :o]

Written for dVerse, the challenge being to write a Stream-of-Consciousness poem thus:

• Choose a topic. You might think of a person, and activity or even a dream. Take a walk, go someplace public, and let your thoughts take flight.
• Write with pen or pencil on paper. Draw pictures. You may even choose to use your writing journal to jot down your own little (schizophrenic) episodes.
• When you write in your journal, be different. Write with your non-dominant hand, write all over the page, not just in lines, write from bottom to top. Write in spirals or shapes. Forget grammar and syntax.
• Review your writing for any connection you can discover between words and phrases and see where your poem will take you.
• Put your work aside for a while before returning to it.

Cheers dVerse!