THE BLUE BETWEEN
by KRISTIN O'CONNELL GEORGE
Everyone watches clouds,
naming creatures they've see.
I see sky differently,
I see the blue between--
The blue woman tugging
her stubborn cloud across the sky.
The blue giraffe stretching
to nibble a cloud floating by.
A pod of dancing dolphin,
cloud oceans, cargo ships,
a boy twirling his cloud
around a thin blue fingertip.
In those smooth wide places,
I see a different scene.
In those cloudless spaces,
I see the blue between.
The world is round
and deep
and cool.
The bottom of the world's
a pool
with just enough room
for a frog alone.
The walls of the world
are of stone on stone.
At the top of the world,
when I look up high,
I can see a star
in a little round sky.
and deep
and cool.
The bottom of the world's
a pool
with just enough room
for a frog alone.
The walls of the world
are of stone on stone.
At the top of the world,
when I look up high,
I can see a star
in a little round sky.
Karen Edmisten is hosting today's Poetry Friday Roundup.



4 comments:
both poems very fine
I love The Blue Between! It sounds like something a child would discover with their unusual perspectives.
I'm gonna be looking at the blue in between! Like negative space.
A human describes the world...
Jill,
Schertle's poem is one of my favorites. It's a wonderful "point of view" poem.
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