Blue is Not

In wonder-workings
 or some bush aflame,
Men look for God and fancy him concealed;
But in earth’s common things he stands revealed 
While grass and flowers and stars
 spell out his name.
Minot Judson Savage

 

 
Blue is Not
By Elece Hollis
 
Blue is not a flower color normally.
Blue is the ocean on a still shore. 
Reflecting the sky of a summer day.
Blue is the vase in the windowsill
In Grandma’s kitchen, reserved for violets
Dandelions and other special bouquets.
Blue is berries in a white bowl, 
Sparkled with sugar and peeping from a swirl of cream.
Blue is the color of robin eggs waiting in a nest.
Blue is a newborn baby’s eyes.
Blue is hydrangea.

What Color?


What man has written man may read; 
But God fills every root and seed 
With cryptic words, too strangely set
For mortals to decipher yet. 
CHARLES DALMON
What Color?
by Elece Hollis
Some colors we cannot define.
Here is blue. No red, maybe purple?
 There is gold of light and white 
Color bleeds through
Layers itself, bunches up
To make it’s heart stronger,
Then shies back like
A young girl showing Daddy her new dress
November hydrangea
Tinged with wine and buttoned with sky
Lined with indigo 
Streaked and speckled with snow white 
Back-lit with orange and brown and green
Color not waiting to be named,
 But changing every second 
With the song of the autumn wind,
The warm caress of afternoon sunlight,
 The cold touch of night’s hand,
 The frosty breath of 
Morning.


©2014 Elece Hollis

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