Blue

My inspiration was a large, blue sculpture, the face of "tragedy," which happened to also be a kite:

Palpable with pain
At what obviously wafts
Through her mind-
Beautiful in sequins and teals
And mauves which dance
In a gentle movement
Of air...

Yet still she is silent,
Full lips pursed in an
Effort to keep it all
For herself,
Away from scrutiny-

She drowns in sorrow even
As she bathes in it,
Breathes it in,
Molds intensity into
An art form-

Making love to her tragedy.