Description: I'm getting weird. I wrote this in blue ink, so that's what inspired it.
Blue Child -------------------------------------------
This poem is my blue child
from a marriage of my tired mind
and my melancholic soul
wept from the eye of a ragged pen.
These indigo word-tears grow and multiply
like dividing embryonic cells,
and with this odd nativity,
I clumsily cut the cord,
unleash my offspring upon this turbulent world
and await its reception with love and fear.
So great to experience your writing again! How well you capture the relationship between the creator and it's creation. I am a mother as well as a writer and the feeling is very much the same for both. "Wept from the eye of a ragged pen" What a moving line! Great imagery and emotion.
i love this, Amy! i can't even pick out one line in particular, because they all grabbed me right off the bat this tired morning... our poems are like our children, and i understood well your waiting "with love and fear" how they will be received upon this world. very well done! i like the way you use the blue because you wrote it in blue ink! unique.
Gee, this would make a wonderful introduction to a book of your work. It seems unended to me, and at first I had this negative reaction because of that. Then I read it a few more times, and it came to me. Very nice. Dave
Great write! I like the ‘word tears’ line, maybe you just want to hyphenate it to make it clear [word-tears]. Don't think you need to make any other changes.
I especially like the first line, describing it that way reminded me of Van Gogh [he was the one with the ‘blue’ period, wasn’t he? Sorry, the little guy kept us awake last night, and I ain’t all here….