Baby blues
eying the rarest of blue moons.
Blue thoughts
on another blue Monday:
Singing the blues
is sometimes happy—
vibrant like bell bottoms
or cool as ice.
Not always pale
like blue blue skies
or black and blue
like fading bruises.
Blues are rarely comfortable
like faded indigo,
or royal as turquoise
and never clear as crystal.
Like the saddest deepest sadness,
the bluest blues are never true.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 128/365.
Inspired by Alvin Lee and Eric Clapton
Desert Dweller 