Pretty much speaks for itself.
Read moreMy Wish for You
One of a few favorites of mine, more to follow…By Elizabeth Blue, © 2004.
Read moreKneeling in the Ocean
Kneeling in the ocean I feel you in the clouds I see the rain coming from far away A big grey cloud of darkness and tears The rain coming down so hard it hurts my skin My arms reaching above the ocean water In the in-between of fresh and salt Exactly where they meet My red toes […]
Read moreWith Night – a poem by Sabine Miller
Thank you Sabine, for this beauty. Sharing with love and appreciation. With Night – For Lucia on the anniversary of Elizabeth’s death Blue lacewing singing in the atrium at summer’s end coaxed into open palms where it stays even while being waved through the garden, oak crickets, old moonlight – Meanwhile soliloquies of poets and […]
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Summer Squash – poem by Elizabeth Blue
Summer Squash by Elizabeth Blue, 9/1/08, age 18 (a class assignment) When the sun grows full and ripe in the morning sky. When the cracked Earth begins to soften and thaw. It is then that I shall emerge from the hard shell of my birth My pod. My seed. It is then that I shall […]
Read moreA Cancer Poem – by Elizabeth Blue
A Cancer Poem written by Elizabeth Blue during her treatment for non-Hodgkins lymphoma, 2012 As I pray to the goddesses of white blood cells to increase my cell counts so I won’t get sick. Won’t get a fever and go to the hospital. It becomes more apparent to me than ever: that gentle hand of […]
Read more“Making You a Latte” – Poem by Elizabeth Blue
Making You A Latte – by Elizabeth Blue 6.3.12 5-Close Corral Shift (at Time Market/Cafe in Tucson, AZ) {One of Elizabeth’s last poems, written when she’d finished chemo, was in remission, and was just beginning to tell people that she’d had cancer. She had wanted to get through treatment and live as normal a life […]
Read morePraying ~ Mary Oliver
PRAYING It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may […]
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Luminous Blue 