Poem by Rick Christiansen

 

Blue

My blue is not like your blue.
You may be moved by a sky or an ocean.
I reside in the azure stare of a small blond monarch.
20 pounds.
Smaller than a bag of groceries.
Feet planted firmly in response to a frame that still wavers.
Gamboling into instant mood shifts.
Ruler of all she surveys.
Nimble fingers in sticky explorations to distinguish the world from self.
So anxious, this blue, to make all new things become old and familiar.
From discovery to understanding in an instant.
The dog becomes her steed.
A reluctant gallop from beneath her spell.
Joy in creating. Satisfaction in destruction.
Each day a mountainous fraction of a lifetime.
Always the little sister.
Delighted conquest without regard for consequences.
Be ready, there may be blood.

 

Rick Christiansen is a 60 year old refugee of corporate America. After retiring a couple of years ago he began writing again after a long hiatus. He has now had several poems published and is working on his first chap book. He lives in Missouri with two Basset Hounds. His unique perspective is inspired and influenced by everything from Epistemology to his grandchildren.

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