the hue of you

until the late 90's, i wrote a lot of poetry. i was lucky enough to have several pieces published, and even had the opportunity to read for the college--something that i found terrifying! it took a lot more work to get your work out there back just before the birth of the internet, even though it was easier than the generation before. :)

i'm not exactly sure when i stopped writing poetry, but i switched to writing papers, feature articles and blogging.

recently, i met someone who writes and i revisited my own work. it's been a long time and i have stacks and stacks of hand written notes and old matrix printer scraps mixed in a file with magazine clippings. i am reminded of an entire lifetime that i'd quietly filed away.

here is a little something i found....

the hue of you

a thousand colors in my world
and i am struck by the blue of you,
the one unattainable hue,
just beyond my reach.
lighter than midday skies,
deeper than the seas,
richer than the cornflower,
violent as a thunder cloud.
you swiftly root
before the sunrise,
in a moment
of the magic hour,
then gone as the golden globe
stretches to caress my hair.
i am left wanting,
as i softly drift into
a fresh memory of you.