Bleu

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Armand in his atelier
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Le croix de Cathar

Bleu

Cobalt

As the tiny rivers

Winding beneath

Papery thin skin

I watch as they have slowed

But remember their faster pace                                                    

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Armand et Auguste

Cerulean

As the plastic cannula

From oxygen tank

To your nasal orifice 

Easing each breath

Your hands reach for me

Offering each cheek to be kissed

Royal

As the dancer

In the flames

As you welded and forged

Iron and steel into magnificent forms

Gates, railings but also art

A band of musicians

Prominent upon your mantel

My own, croix de Cathar

A gift like your friendship

Armand

Bleu shall forever

Be the colour of you

Increasingly fragile

As you reach out for Auguste

The great-grandson who shares

Your sparkle from cobalt eyes  

Bisous,

Léa

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

28 thoughts on “Bleu”

  1. I specially love this part:

    A gift like your friendship

    Armand

    Bleu shall forever

    Be the colour of you

    A wonderful portrait and tribute to your family!

    1. Well thank you so very much Sue! One of the blogs gave a challenge to write about blue, any shade of blue and this is where the mind went… Léa

  2. a friendship forged in such beautiful lines:- so marvellous, so sad
    “Royal

    As the dancer

    In the flames”

    1. Laura, such a dear man, a lovely family. His late wife was my first friend in the village. My first day here, I took some packaging out to the dumpster. She walked up behind me, took my arm and guided me around our village. I miss her smile, her laugh, gentle touch, kindness and once again those sparkling eyes. I wish she had been able to see her great-grandson. She would have been over the moon!
      Jeanne (Jeanette) shared with me that she too had lost a daughter in a most horrible accident. Having lost a daughter myself, we really bonded. Léa

    1. Thank you so much. You are right, it just spilled out from my heart as he has his place carved indelibly as did his late wife and his granddaughter (mother of Auguste).

  3. So many shades of blue / bleu in your poem, and I agree, strange how we both managed to find colour in our poems on the same day 😀

    1. I hadn’t planned to even write anymore poetry when I stumbled onto a d’verse challenge and it was blue. Immediately, it just all spilled out thinking of Armand when I saw him a few days ago… As they say, the rest is history. 🙂

    1. Lillian, I’m so glad you stopped by to let me know. That is the first time I’ve posted on d’Verse. Thank you! Léa

  4. That first stanza is just perfect! It grabbed me instantly. Captivating imagery throughout, with such feeling in those last three lines. Sensational writing Lea xx

    1. Becka, one again you are too kind. This neighbour (Armand) and his family are dear to me. His late wife was my first friend in the village. The day I moved in she grabbed my arm and gave me a tour of the village. ..

    1. Thank you. I’m very fortunate to have this family as neighbours. I’ve thought of adding Bleu to my next collection of poetry.

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