Cerulean Blue

I recently took a Poetry Workshop 

with the Poetry Society of Virginia

with the amazing Daniel Pravda

a Professor from Norfolk State University

on a beautiful Saturday afternoon!

We shared poems and lunch together, 

analyzed and broke down poetry,

shared our interpretations and insights

along the way.

He then gave us a poetry prompt

to write about an object that we can relate to

that will bring the reader in about the object

for me it was a tube of watercolor paint

Cerulean Blue

it just seemed right.

So this artist (slash poet) would like to 

share her words with you today . . . 

Cerulean Blue

This dried up tube of paint

still sits upon her art table

covered in dried up smudges

no more life to squeeze from within

Every ounce of color poured out

from it's crumpled little body

Now only showing the letters

U and E and C

Beautiful paintings of skies and clouds

found it's way from this tube

to the painter's palette

to the empty canvas

Cerulean Blue  . . .

bright and magical

soothing and calming

such a feeling of serene

It's color will exist here

upon the canvas

hanging in beauty for

the eyes to behold

Long after this tube of

Cerulean Blue

has been thrown away into the can

(poem inspired by Daniel Pravda Poetry Workshop)