Blue-The Color of Calm

I wrote this poem in the memory of a brutal killing of a nesting swan by a drunken teenager. This was a senseless act against an innocent swan who wouldn't fight back because she was protecting her nest of eight eggs that were also destroyed. They were destroyed with a beating stick and her eggs that were not crushed ,were tossed in the river.

I sit on a blue chair.

Peeling paint reveals, multi-colored layers of past owners.

I am blue, color of sadness.

Surrounded with blue table, blue drink, and blue sky.

Engulfed in blue carpets wrap up my world.

I am blue, sad and happy.

Blue flowers, blue pools of water, turning gray.

What is gray, white mixed with black?

Blue River stretching over the horizon.

Blue eyes see polished toes of blue.

Blue streaks of hair flutter across my cheeks.

Blue Pt. Cruiser slices the wind on the gray.

Prickly beauties of multi- colors of the rainbow fan the air.

Fermenting the air with tiny breaths of tormenting memories,

Those discarded bouquets from distant lovers.

White fluffy clouds cluttering up the sky.

Canoes of multi-colors slice the rivers face.

Small waves carrying ducks coasting on their edge.

White female swan is full of grace.

Is center stage, honking to her critics.

She bites a curious Mallard Duck-full of blue and green.

Behind them are rows of huge human creations of multi-colored concrete.

They block out the view. Are these colors happy.

They are gray and black with colors of graffiti.

They house Swan killers and swan egg crushers.

Their constant trespassing becomes green grass murderers.

Knives reflect the afternoon sun, digging their tattoos on the flesh of living trees.

Forgotten trash of multi colors in the water and grass wave in the wind

I need blue, to harbor you.

Blue is calm.