The forest hills, a sea of blue
Like my heart’s longing for you
Spring awakened the feeling anew
Pain of longing, so blueThe forest hills, a sea of blue
Twinkling sapphires in the morning dew
Like my tears as we said adieu
Heart longing, so blueThe forest hills, a sea of blue
©RedCat
Ocean deep like my love for you
Your leaving torn my heart in two
Soul longing, so blue
Written for Blue Tuesday over at dVerse.
This prompt made me realize that blue is quite common in my writing.
Both as a sad heartbreak colour like in Girl Blue – A Love Song and Trapped Within A Glass-Shard Maze. As a hopeful sky colour like in Blue Star Horses and The Dawn Sky Is Ethereal Blue. And as the colour of dreams in Blue Forest Of Remembrance and Summer sky.Â
Maybe I should try some other colours.
The world according to RedCat 
Wonderful illustration for this poem. I think the repetition is illustrative of the longing. I enjoyed this very much.
A lovely poem of love requited. Sigh.
That was supposed to be unrequired!
reminded me of the heartbreaks i took befor meeting my wife. great poem
I like the lyricism, a poem that sings the blues.
I liked the use of form for this poem. The repetition added so much.
Together with black and grey, blue is a favourite colour of mine and it appears in quite a lot of my poems too. It’s an expressive colour and all around us. I love the way you convey those blue flowers implicitly, Helen, through the repetition of ‘The forest hills, a sea of blue’ and the end rhyme, like wave after wave of spring flowers. We have such a wave in our garden at the moment: bluebells, forget-me-nots and grape hyacinths, all wild and different shades of blue.
I think blue suits you! This is a true love song of longing and yearning. I feel it!
Helene, your repetitions entice my soul.
Lovely.
<3
David
You ‘do blue’ beautifully.
Love the wonderful blue hue of your verse here Helene/Heleen/Helen/redcat
A poem with a season at its heart and a spring in its step.
I know that blue… and despite that particular season has passed it remains… (I have more pictures of blÃ¥sippor than any other flowers)