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Clarity, Life, and Sadness (Blue)

Calm and clearest skies
Deepest ocean too
Reflections on a glassy lake
Guide me towards what is true

Veins of living cobalt
Often like to pray
Make their gods of sapphire stars
Before meandering on their way

Twisted by the journey
Anxious to embark
Plunging over precipice
Loudly dashed upon the rocks

A turning in the story
Truthful still, but sad
Changes in perspective now
Have got you seeing only bad

Ask the saddest jester
This tune, he knows it too
Needs to feel the deep despair
He blankets all his songs in blue

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Structured: Western
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Comments

I like the way it figures prominently here.
The last line of the first stanza could be tighter; with [what's true]
I'm not sure of what the line: Veins of living cobalt; means?

How about [wandering on their way]? one less syllable

The rest is spot on!
I felt the calm of the lake, the sereneness of the ocean and the
falling, splashing of a waterfall! Even the blue of the jester
made me feel cool on a hot day today! ~ Geez.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Cobalt is a semiprecious metal. It has a blueish color. Veins are kinda blue too. It’s a metaphor for rivers.

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that line now. Just wasn't in the right arena! Thanks for the explanation. The meandering line now has nine beats, the line I have suggested, has eight.
~ Geez.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

In music we have notes strung together with slurs. When I read meandering I’m really kinda saying me-an-dring. I was a musician for 7 years before I started any kind of writing. You’re absolutely correct though. I have a bit of Mark Twain to my lyrics in that it’s almost never “going to” it’s almost always “gonna”. “Pourin” not “pouring”. I will concede if read properly it’s cumbersome. It’s definitely the product of my blue collar upbringing.

Thanks again for reading, commenting, and your general awesomeness,
Tim

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doesn't count here! This is your spot to shine; and you certainly did! I agree, that colloquial language means everything in cases like this and when you are writing for the home-town crew. Now, that I've been properly informed as to the inflections
and rhythm of this piece, I agree whole-heartedly! Kudos and salutations! Bruce Forever!
~ Geez.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

There’s a few last lines of 7 syllables and a few of 8. I kinda like the flow that way. If I find a word I like for meandering (I over use it) I’ll make the swap as long as we get 7 or 8 syllables.

Thanks for reading and for the suggestions,
Tim

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Great write. I like the flow and the story behind the color. Blue has so many purposes as you hit on with this poem. My favorite lines are:
Ask the saddest jester
This tune, he knows it too
Needs to feel the deep despair
He blankets all his songs in blue

:)

~RoseBlack~

I really liked the same lines as RoseBlack. excellent poem as is!

ever, eddy
always, Cat

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I also liked the last lines. They were so vivid to me.

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