Making Friends With the Color Blue

Blueprint dvd

Kerry's Sunday mini-challenge at Real Toads is to write about the blues,
or the color blue. This sprang to mind, hee hee.


In your sixties, one must

make friends

with the color blue.

Blue skies make getting up

Possible,

gray, Impossible

for you.

The raccoon rings

under one's eyes

are tinged pale blue;

so are feet and hands 

when blood
has such a hard time
getting through.

The emotions are tinged

faintly blue

with melancholy

for times past.

One counts up losses

on an abacus

of the heart.
The years
flew by
too fast.

Dark blue once was

the color of one's eyes,

lushly rimmed with eyelashes,

now faded pale;

above, bald eyelids,
sparser eyebrows - ack!

Someone hand me

an eyeliner, quickly

so I can draw them back!

But the blues once felt

for lack of Romance

are gone,
that convoluted
state that felt,
at times, 
a trap.

Now, the fondest wish

I tend to dwell upon

is whether there will be
time, later, for

a nap!

(Just kidding - sort of! 
If Wild Woman ever falls in love again,
she is going to have to eat a lot of words! 
But, with bald eyes, this is not likely:))