Lost in Azure

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Lost in Azure

~
across the way
last night’s rain
puddles
‘midst the chaos of construction

trapped on-site
as if abandoned by the waters of earth

it shoulders its way to the culvert
in search of mother sea

this day begins
dewy and crisp

bird songs echo empty sunrise streets

lover and beloved
we sit by the morning window
with tea
and curiosity.

we talk

in this moment
our souls spill
one into the other
until I am distracted

your lips continue sculpting words

but I’ve fallen
deep into your eyes

lost in azure

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2018

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  • 43 thoughts on “Lost in Azure”

    1. Rob–how wonderful to see, to read about, that old spark, those splinters of hope that you habitually spewed like a dandelion in the wind. You had me at /it shoulders its way to the culvert/in search of mother sea/.

      1. Glenn, glad you enjoyed this. It is so great to again find a comment from you here on Image & Verse – 😉 – it has been a few years! Got a new pacemaker so I think those years of failing health that took me out of the game are behind me. Hope you are doing well…

      1. Breakfast together I find to be a gentle intimacy that includes a strong ingredient of friendship. Lovers and friends, perhaps the most fulfilling human relationship, because of its fragility… 🙂

      1. I know Sanaa – Shit is right! This is a custom site riding on the WordPress architecture and just started this random weird emoji rejection. I am trying to figure it out… sorry… ;-(

    2. I like that first image a lot, of the water puddling on a building site and shouldering its way to the ocean.

      1. Glad that worked for you Jane… 🙂 I was concerned that the use of the word “puddles” as a verb and not a noun might confuse, that is why I put it on its own separate line, to call people’s attention to it.

    3. Your poem reflects something I have long admired and that is the inherent dignity and nobility of the human spirit in each and every one of us, no matter how well hidden it may sometimes be. Thankyou.

      1. Beautiful words, Rob. Here in CA the air is bad from the fires and people are wearing masks including me. I was wondering, how could I tell people are smiling and then it became apparent. By watching their eyes.

    4. Ah, this is lovely in its tone and its sweet, sweet feeling. I really liked this bit: “bird songs echo empty sunrise streets”. It makes one want to live that experience. 🙂

    5. I love the way your poem started with puddles of last night’s rain and ended with a fall into azure eyes. I also love the description of a day that ‘begins dewy and crisp’ and with tea by the window.

    6. I actually used the word “puddles” as a verb of action, not a noun of thing – though the action of one begets the other. just playing with the context! I am very pleased you liked this piece. kim… 😉

      1. Well I love you Mary Hood for loving my word imagery, thank you so very much… :-)). Thiswas fun to write. It is actually memory of waking up with my wife in a bed & breakfast in Cannon Beach, on the Oregon Coast. They were building a brand new extension onto beautiful little house down close to the beech. It had rained the night before. This is the scene recalled from my memory.

    7. Wow! Such a perfect blend of sensory imagery that drew me (an obtrusive third party?) into that room with you. I was a witness to both your observations and your relating

    8. Such fine imagery here Rob, It reminded me (because I’d been reading) of the line from The Comedy of Errors…
      “I to the world am like a drop of water / That in the ocean seeks another drop…”

    9. the liquidity of the visuals goes down so well with the flow of your words from puddles to the depth of blue – lovely contrast too between the intimacy and the surrounding landscape of construction and empty streets
      p.s. thank you for your heartfelt comment on my post

    10. You have captured a sweet and wonderful moment. Thanks for your active participation in our dVerse prompts.

      Please note that for OpenLinkNight, that only 1 poem per poet is allowed (its written in the post). You have posted 3, smiles. Let us know which poem you would like to leave and we will delete the 2 others in Mr. Linky. Thanks.

      1. I don’t care Grace. Maybe leave “Lost in Azure”? Seems to be getting the most play. Didn’t know there were rules, sorry. I just write, share, and read other’s work. 🙂

    11. Sigh. You have set my romantic heart aflutter, with this poem, Rob. To blessed like this, is to be truly touched by a higher spirit.

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