blue wonders

you wake in
a dreamland
where everything's
blue
a blue moon
sits high in
a midnight blue
sky
a sprinkling of
frost twinkles
blue underfoot
and although you
have no mirror to
confirm your
suspicion
you fear the tip
of your nose's
gone blue
from the cold
despite the oddity
of this world
turned blue
you feel quite at
home here
and decide to
remain
just then you
are jolted
awake once again
this time
in surroundings
where the
colors are right
lacking that
mystically magic
blue light

nod

you shake your
head
when you say
yes.
is that
some kind of
body language
dyslexia?
uncertainty, indecision,
a deep rooted desire
to avoid conformity?
just promise one thing.
when you finally
get around to saying
yes to me,
nod.

sprout

somewhere
wrapped deep below
many layers
of muck and mire
lies a kernel
that longs to sprout
and shoot up out
of the earth
reaching for the sun
bearing fruit
but so many
forces act to
hold it captive
the cold of winter
the lack of rain
being told, time and again
you can't, don't try
too small, too weak
too young, too old
and yet still
that small hidden
seed vibrates
with the desire
to germinate
to create something
that is more
than what it is
and then finally
it finds release
as it spills from
the tip of my
pen