I was at a loss, at first, as how to approach writing the poem. I thought about blue and then for some reason "molecular" popped into my head. I quickly did a search on "molecular" and "blue" and got lost on a Wikipedia page about molecular models and the color blue being used to represent certain elements. Whoa! Much too much for me. That's not where I wanted to go.
Next, I decided to start with a title, which is not unusual. I put down "The Bluebird of Happiness Doesn't Exist." It was a lousy title, but it forced me to focus on blue as the designation for wretchedness. And if you're really wretched, then there's no light. No yellows in your blue. Here's how the poem ended up--without the original title:
They’re only true if
No shades, no hues
in the blues.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
If you'd like to read more poems about colors, I'd recommend looking for Mary O'Neill's Hailstones and Halibut Bones. The book has been in print since 1961, so I imagine some of you may have seen it in your elementary school days. It's a great tool for teachers who are teaching about color, the senses, poetry, and/or metaphor. How can you resist a poem that has lines like these?
Blue is the scarfOne of my favorite color poems is by Amy Lowell, "Thompson’s Lunch Room--Grand Central Station." I featured it here back in 2010.
Spring wears on her shoulder
To add even more color to your day, head over to Keri Recommends for the Round-Up.