blue

blue
today
there are no clouds
to mask the breathing space
the sun, manic and playful
holds my chin roughly
forcing my face
to the sky
look up
animate those dark eyes
break open your gaze
look up
above the grey tree line
above the uniform boxes people exist in
above the forlorn, thin wires
hanging between haggard timber poles
conducting a well worn tale
of power and currency
thin wires that
swing ever so slightly
in a quiet breeze
tinged with the residue
of a cold winter
look up
see this blue sky, so famous
this blue
will never be captured in paint
never with stage-managed words
look up
you need eyes
and a luminous heart,
to capture the real blue

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A repost poem from my colour series 😉 for World Autism Awareness Day 2012 – don’t forget to light it up blue!