cover you
in blue
you are
the cold palette
transparency
like ice
you
in blue
I cover you
yellow
like a sun
the paint gone
from the cup
you are the warm
the bright
I smother you
in red
volcano
brooding fire
boiling bubbling
stuff
thrown in the air
the lava flow
across the yellow sun
then
melting the glacier
running
in a rivulet
your face on fire
cold
~
Poem #331 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
Frank Prem Poetry 
Great poem, Frank!
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Thasnk you, Dwight. Delighted you enjoyed it.
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Do you know Blaise Cendrars poem “Blue, How I Love You Blue?” One of my favorite poems ever. Yours reminded me of it.
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Cheers Judy. No, I’m not familiar. Glad you you’ve enjoyed this one, though. 🙂
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Nice piece of word work, some clever line-breaks.
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Thank you, cath,
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