Blue
Nothing but blue,
every blue.
Straight down, impenetrable, dark deep blue,
hiding mysteries unknown.
Straight ahead, facettes of light blue,
Everchanging with apparent joy.
Blue, blue over blue
Nothing but blue,
Every blue.
Under the rain, greyish blue,
constantly hammered by the powers above.
Under the sun, millions of golden reflections,
dancing with the blue in a beauty untold.
SUDDENLY
White foam on belligerent waves -
Ending the peace of interminable blue,
Created by the storm that ended my dreams.
This was my first poem ever. Objectively speaking, it’s not the best. Subjectively speaking, it means the world to me. I spent 7 months on a sailing boat, crossing the Atlantic twice. My brain forced me to write it down after etching every word into my brain at 5 am, reminiscing on those times, both visually and emotionally. If you get to know me very well, I’ll tell you more of the meaning veiled by the chaotic words.