Somebody Sang and I saw the Colour Blue

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Poem of the week

By Jane Hyphen

Fri, 11 Jan 2019
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Somebody sang and I saw the colour blue

     a long song about distance, how far..

How far are the things which are just out of reach?

     In searching we cast aside gems,

                                       dulled by the swell of life, we’re blind to their shine.

     Still we search until we grow small

and fade into the blind doubts of our settled twilight.

     Remembered in a sea of distortion

where memories roll and spin in the salt swell then

     are stifled in the airless traps of time.

Voices lost like whispers in the surf, trace the tidal heave.

     All of us divine that we shall float yet

down down we go, swallowed whole by the fathoms of age.

     Face the sea monsters we formed and

release them from their nets; their features soften as they drift

     away like they were never really real.

All that’s left are feelings because no-one remembers the same.

Somewhere distant the long song still plays.

 

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Submitted by Ewan on

beautiful, wistful and strange.

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Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Ewan, I was out to get some strange, beautiful and wistful are a bonus..and thank you for cherries.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

 In searching we cast aside gems, dulled by the swell of life, we’re blind to their shine. seems to be the centre of the piece, of the musing … and the busy temporary inventions of the swell of life that can cloud out the gems,and never really help the feelings. – ?? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Rhiannon, yes I think in the swell of life sometimes the most precious things are clouded out a bit like when you're in choppy water you can't really see clearly. Thanks for commenting.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Do you see colour with music, too?

I like the ripply shape. And the wobbly rhythm, the line ends sort of slop.  This bit's so true:

All that’s left are feelings because no-one remembers the same. Makes me think feelings are like colours and facts are lines which get blurred or rubbed out

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Hi Di_Hard, I don't see colour with music actually, that's really interesting, I do feel a sense of texture when I hear sounds though, many sounds are simply too much for me! I felt this piece was a bit untidy, rythm-wise and I tried to tidy it up but then just left it, hence the wobbly rythm. A bit of wobble is alright occasionally and slop...I've got a craving for trifle nowsmiley. Thanks for commenting.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I'm sorry, was meant as appreciation? I like the rhythm!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I know you did Di_Hard, I was just being a bit silly there, making jokes about trifles. I know comments can sometimes come across as bristly but that wasn't meant to be at all, hence the smily face xx

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This little beauty is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!

Please share/retweet if you enjoyed it as much as I did

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thank you for this.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane,

i cannot believe I missed this masterpiece.

Those lines:- 

In searching we cast aside gems, dulled by the swell of life,

we're blind to their shine.

Made me think of just how many poems I might of missed out on, just because of getting bogged down with everyday life.

I was blind to this poem but so glad I found it.

Thank you so much for sharing it's beautiful.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Jenny for your lovely comment. I sometimes like to go back and read a random piece on this sight, you never know what you'll get. So much of everyone's work buried in cyberspace. I'm so pleased to hear that you enjoyed this one.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

The nature of memory is fascinating.  I particularly loved the image of the sea monsters.  You have beautifully captured the way we remember the significance of an event  or person in our own lives, rather than the 'reality'.  A gem of a poem.

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks airyfairy. I often find that when I discuss a past event with a family member they remember it completely differently, memory is fascinating as you say.

 

Submitted by celticman on

the fathoms of age, yes, I know well, that  swell. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks celticman. It's unfathomable but we haven't drowned yet.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This beautiful meditation on memory and perception is our Poem of the Week.  Congratulations!