Blue Eyes Crying

Blue Eyes Crying

By Anette Gagliardi

The blue glistens -
glistens wet and soft
Calling my name, they glisten –
Asking me why.

Those glistening blues
shaded shadows of flowering color
Accusing me, they glisten –
Calling me.

They glisten in various blues
dripping sweet dew – salty and blue.
Searing my heart – they glisten.
Asking me.

Those blues. They glisten.
lace curtains hung with glistening beads.
Calling my name, they glisten -
Searing me.


blue hydrangea

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agaglia 7 years ago Author

this beautiful Hydrandea was blooming in our neighbors yard. I wish mine looked this good.

Betty Ann 7 years ago

What is it about blue flowers? They are so striking and engaging. Like they are "calling" - Beautiful!

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agaglia 6 years ago Author

I hope you liked the poem, too. ;D

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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

This is lovely. My grandmother had beautiful blue hydrangea bushes that grew as tall as me with flowers as big as my head! I've tried and tried to grow them like she did, and they always call to me and ask me "'Why'...can't you do this simple thing?" lol ~ Laura

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agaglia 6 years ago Author

Flowers have a special personality - each is individual. My Hydrangea bushes this year have produced few blossoms, but each a different shade between pink and blue -- reminds me of my father saying "sky-blue-pink". But, my flowers are dusty so shades of sky-blue-pink.

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agaglia 3 years ago Author

the poem is actually a metaphore - the blue is the sad feeling the tears of my lover's eyes are crying and creating - calling me to settle the argument.

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