Roses

Blue Mosque

“I’m scared of forgetting your name, like a poet fears losing the perfect words, born at midnight in his bed.”

            -from “A Cloud in Trousers” by Vladimir Mayakovsky

BLUE DEMOCRACY

There are pomegranate trees and plenty of blue. 

                Cerulean skies. 
                               A mosque painted indigo.

This election’s a terminal kismet.

The polling station’s open but nobody’s there. 

The last time around they cast their votes,
fingers dipped in sapphire ink.
As the fading light turned cochineal,
then a dark they’d never seen.

When the villagers awoke

there were no blue fingers anymore

Severed in the night by shadows black, 

heaped in a pile

             burning blue
                        and pomegranate red.

Will the children bloom like Afghan roses

or fly off dead in the shape of question marks? 
I can’t remember the last time I voted,
but they’ll never forget. 

4/22/18

Afghanistan

Chet Baker: “Almost Blue”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4PKzz81m5c

Georgia Moon

Photo by Marsha

“Black as the pupil of an eye, sucking at light

like the pupil of an eye, I love you, far-sighted night . . .

Night!  I have looked long enough into human eyes.

Now, emblaze me, make ash of me, black sun night!”
          -Marina Tsvetaeva