Blue Anger

Blue is never really Blue.

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The ocean isn't blue, the water is clear,

And often seems grey or green - not blue.

The sky isn't blue, gasses are invisible,

We see blue light, and miss the violet

And blue merle is, grey, silver, black, white

But certainly not blue.

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Yet we lean over our boats tracing patterns on the water

We stare at the sky and cry when grey clouds enter

And we sit in our comfortable chairs, pen in hand

Coloring oceans and skies to be blue,

Quiet, sublime, and melancholic

But that isn't Blue.

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No, the real Blue is only secondary

It reels its head in anger and anguish

Deep below the surface,

With great white whales,

Unthinkable struggles,

And unimaginable wonder.

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Where anyone, whether cur or saint,

Who survives constant shifting tides,

Battering by emotional winds,

Can find their way to a new home.

With a new coat, and colored eyes.

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When you are biting in anger,

When you are clawing in fear,

And collapsing from exhaustion,

I see you.

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I don't speak your language.

I don't know where you've been.

But I know, your fierceness,

Your energy, and your past

That makes you, truly...

Blue.

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This poem is dedicated to our rescue dog, Wolvie. He had been through multiple homes and came to us pretty traumatized with many problematic behaviors from his past. But he is so loving, and so smart. I am so glad this 'blue but not really blue heeler' came into our lives.