
Frist a swig of Prussian blue -
At birth you are new, babes …truly brand new.
Maybe oxidation of Ferrous Ferro cyanide salts
between mummy and papa, who knew?!
At 27 I could fall in love with anybody,
everybody and you. Cobalt blue they said, Cobalt.
The chemical element of atomic number 27, a hard silvery-white magnetic metal.
I hung to the word magnetic. Must be magnetic me, magnetic you
Or the world is truly askew.
Why, everyone wants a bit of me
Young ones admiring sky blue grins
Older ones strutting peacock blue brows
Same gender alluring cerulean blue seductions
Opposite gender dressed up cadet blue attractions
Me hiding in plain sight teal blue negotiations.
Until I could figure – with all this, what to do.
I went with my Oxford blue considerations.
40 years thence of lived data evidence suggests
I did possess a poly-nary point of view
and still do.
Now
Won’t you pass me some Sapphire blue gem
- gem of space?
Tried it but
I didn’t really enjoy your game
Of blending Ferrous Ferro cyanide salts
On my pretty meat.
The stuff that’s beyond senses
attracted me most.
Poetry or pride
both I said, both I chose.
And ran away with the azure blue leaving the maya blue
for the midnight blue suits me most.
The overall temperament still remains
largely melancholy
if you ask me.
But I know you won’t.
for all blues are moody
and so are you,
thankfully.
About the Creator
Mithyajoj (penname)
Writing, for me, is an unapologetic exploration of self and everything else. A transformative encounter in early 2023 set the stage for an ongoing journey. Walk alongside me through the raw authenticity of my words, untamed and direct.



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