“Blue”

Last week we gave you odes from the Students of Paul Heller’s Reading for Creative Writing (SD3202) class. This week we have even more poetic works from that class in which students wrote about the color blue:

Celena Chang

Blue, sticky and slimy, is a dark jelly-y consistency. Since it lacks energy, blue drags itself across the ground to get from one place to another and leaves a trail of its translucent goo behind. Beneath a light, blue sparkles and shines but can only be noticed from the corner of your eye. The light shining right through the core of blue makes a beautiful, yet abnormal sight to see.

From ten feet away, blue’s horrid odor of burnt rubber, stings the nose. As it slowly makes its way through the streets and neighborhoods, it does not mind the traveling rumors it hears or the events occurring beside it. Even though blue is lonely, it is very independent.

Blue loves to dance and sing. You often can hear it echoing a bird’s song or a haunting and high-pitched child’s lullaby. Blue often scrunches up in a silent corner and sings to itself through the night.

Annalise Sawit

Blue is the feel of smooth, soft velvet
That has just been washed.

Blue smells like the salty, crisp air
On a beach at sunrise.

Blue tastes like a mouthful of ice cubes
On a hot summer day.

Blue sounds like the ring of shots coming from the rain drops on a tin shed.

Blue feels like a cold gust of wind on a fall afternoon.

Blue feels like a wisp of a polar bear hide.

Blue smells like moist paint on canvas.

Blue tastes like dry-wall in a newly renovated office building.

Blue smells like rain-damped wool that has been sitting in the sun.

Blue sounds like the hum of a washing machine.

Melissa Van Pell

It’s the smell of the shore as you walk down the boardwalk
And the sweet taste of melting popsicles in the blinding Sun, which can’t stop

shining

Blue brings a comforting sense to everyone around it
But also has the power to cause people to break out into the blues
Slipping on the icy road or a full-speed snow ball crashing in your face
The tune of a low sax singing its tune next to calm waters brings my mind straight to

blue

It boasts constantly about a better tomorrow.
Always doing a sweet dance until the sun goes down
No forks for blue as it devours its meal with its bare hands
In its shining Ferrari glistening in the Sun, making a blur as it races down the road
Skipping down the road in a baggy old tee and torn up jeans.

Diogo Villas-Boas

Blue is what you feel when you’re
Down, it smells like a pig’s den
It relishes eating the eye
Of a chicken while it’s still
Alive. It tries to choke you.
It grabs you by the tongue like jelly.
Blue hollers “Kill me, already!”
It gives you goose bumps.
When you open up the color
Blue, there is a sad face hiding,
Ready to be torn up into a happy face.
It’s a beat up Honda
It wears raggedy jeans and
An itchy sweater.
It’s favorite color is rose
The color blue vomits out point like
A baby.
For a living, Blue cries making you feel
Bad, if you dare to hear it.