The Blemishes are only Another Color Blue
Blue is the color spreading
lake to sky on this sunny day
at every other time they lay in shades of gray
reflection, refraction, illusions
of the light perceived
and the clouds that lord over
or come to play
melt this mountain into blue.
*The prompt at dVerse Poets Pub’s Quadrille Monday felt like an easy release after too much tension, so I felt like all those spots I can’t clean out of my lenses suddenly had purpose: Another shade of blue. For once, I saw them not as a fault, or blemish, but a part of the blue of the images.