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.
Experience Writing 
Sometimes I think what comes through–those imperfections–are what was truly there, or maybe what we needed to see.
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I’m so glad the prompt felt like an easy release after tension, Marie. I love the image of blue ‘spreading / lake to sky on this sunny day’, the list of three: ‘reflection, refraction, illusions’, all tricks of the light, and the thought of melting a mountain into blue!
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Nice one
Much💙love
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Melt this mountain into blue … you must be talking about the Blue Ridge!
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Beautiful!
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I love it when the clouds come to play. Great write.
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It’s all part of a textured scenery, shifting with the sun and shadow…
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Ah, life becomes so much richer when we allow and praise the so-called blemishes! Great poem.
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