Blue
A Poem.
Listen to this as you read.
Bodies out for a swim
trade cheap thrills
for chills in the deep.
Out of the blue they need to breathe
then they drift, fall asleep.
Eyes slam shut in a moment,
slip into a dream
of waves calmed to a still
and visions blurred by hues of blue.
Seagulls squawk as the sun shines,
flurries of soft keys chime,
blend into progressions unlike the blues
and sing of sailors lost to the wind,
swallowed whole by the deep blue sea.
Stranger’s Note
This poem is a contemplation of the sea, a symbol of life, vitality and carefreeness which can become a harbinger of death and sorrow in a moment. This paradox was a tad unsettling to me, left quite the bitter taste on my mind and pointed me to the realisation that the sea could be some kind of a metaphor for the kind of hope that promises you everything and leaves you high and dry.
Lately someone questioned the value of poets to the world, and failed to realise it’s a much more difficult task to mask a message in codes of verse and metaphors and hope that somehow the message reaches who it is meant to reach, even though the poet has no idea who that person is. Hopefully, this is a task suited for this stranger.
Till we cross paths again,
Yours in wander and in wonder,
The Flaneur.
P.S: The song in the post is Atoms by Ludovico Einaudi.