A poem by Carolyn Martin
Apologize to the ants
caught in the blue fibers
of the blue cotton cloth
you used to swipe them up
with the lone blueberry
splatted on the floor.
You lost its landing site
but, more astute, they smelled
their way to breakfast
on the juicy bliss of blue.
Now, under an accusing blue sky,
you shake them over
blue squills and crocuses
that chide, They did nothing wrong.
Unlike the time you lied
and lied about the blue smudges
on your homework sheet.
I didn’t erase, you cried
to the first-grade nun
with the no-erasing rule
who spied the obvious.
Or the years blue sadness
overwhelmed when you broke
vows you’d invested decades in.
Today, there’s nothing left
to do but go inside. Brush
your blue tongue and blue teeth.
Chide the face mirroring you,
People do what people do.
Apologies are pointless
on any blue Monday,
under any blue moon.
Hear Carolyn read her poem:
After 16 years in academia and 24 in business, Carolyn Martin has spent the last 15 playing with poetry. Although she’s become addicted to submissions and declines, she is amazed that her work has appeared in over 200 publications throughout North America, Europe, and Australia. Learn more at CarolynMartinPoet.com.
Image of blueberries by Joana Stolowicz
I find these poignant expressions meaningful and sad. Thank you
Lovely to impart deeper meaning to an act we would normally do without thinking.
Truly bluetiful!!
Being someone who eats blueberries daily, I appreciated this. I wish I had the knack to write verse. Such a talent.