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| Daniel A. Stafford | 9/3/2002 3:26:53 AM 10/14/2006 10:13:25 PM | 1034 |
She Was Blue:
She was a blue china doll,
Away in a blue room,
Where blue water had bubbles floating up,
In an aquarium lit with blue lights,
And she had a blue suede covered notebook,
With a blue pen loaded with blue ink,
And she wrote blue music to blue poems,
Wearing her too hip blue jeans,
All the while cussing a blue streak,
Because she was trying for and missing true blue,
And when the blue lights came on,
Over a blue stage with royal blue curtains,
The blue guitar twanged under a slider,
The blue bass thumped out a broken heart,
The blues harp moaned and wailed so sad,
And the only other color after her blue dress,
Was that silver mike reflecting all that blue,
Focussing the blue like a beam,
To hear it just sent a blue chill,
Right down even a blue blood spine,
And just as the bluebird of happiness,
Perched on the blue sash on her shoulder,
The result of her blue loving the music,
Turned every heart in the room blue,
A shade of very cool, lonely, blue....
I can still hear her, she was blue,
Just.....blue.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/02/2002
Hear it my way: She Was Blue...
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
Love the Blues and like the legends,
Maybe a singer like this, they would call
the Blue Ice Queen, but this is just a very,
very blue fantasy dream.
The picture posted above is my design for the cover of a demo CD of poetry reading that I am working on. I have a rough copy burned, I'm working on a bit of polish on the four tracks, which will be: 1. She Was Blue 2. Slowfire 3. Cigar Smoke In Old Havana 4. Stardust Falling.
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| Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand | pravinkshah@indiatimes.com | 9/4/2002 10:44:26 AM | |
| Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand | pravinkshah@indiatimes.com | 9/4/2002 10:59:15 AM | |
| Daniel, I hope you do not want every thing to turn blue. An ocean of blue hue; Touched blood once But that also blue; Nothing except blue. I am not in any doubt Beauty blue Ice Queen left with no option To rise from Blue Fantasy Dream Best regards. | |||