The Blue Whirled Out Of Each Printed Page

[SivaRamanathan]

The Blue Whirled Out Of Each Printed Page

Blue whirled out of each black printed page.
Nobody knew the exact meaning.

Everyone's blue
became bold and tin soldiered.

Churning as in the amritha. Only the snakes
churned out each one's conception.

As the drama enacted, even those
who sat through did something.

Observing. Similarly, being observed.
Is she on the look out for students for the CWW?

The Railway station story had trains
that left and came, leaving a woman and child.

In the layers under the sea
fisher folk surfaced in riots of colour.

Songs were as blue as Quink
sometimes memory plays contrary.

A poet is blue washing her house
she is stepping in and out of wires.

And now the lady of the cats
Reads her poems.


I never felt blue
only grey meaning coarse.

All in all we are only ten
come to see a dissection of a frog named ‘Blue’.

When we leave we have the word, 'Anger''
on our lips. I have gone back in memory.


The Blues of Poetry

The blue of every poem
whirled out of each black printed page.

Nobody knew the exact meaning
blue stood for a period of time.

All the synonyms fell out of a thesaurus
Everyone's blue became bold and tin soldiered.

Churning as in the amritha. Only the snakes
churned out each one's conception.

As the drama enacted, even those
who sat through did something.

Observing. Similarly being observed.
Is she on the look out for students for the CWW?

The Railway station story had trains
that left and came leaving a woman and child.

In the layers under the sea
fisher folk surfaced in a riot of colours.

Songs were as blue as Quink.
Sometimes memory plays contrary.

Poems without relevance shoot out
no need to subtly search for blue.

Many of my poems are in the depressive
mood, they are tuned to blue!

A poet is blue washing her house
she is stepping in and out of wires.

And now the lady of the cats reads
her poems are in a running after mood.

Finally I have to say ,I
never felt blue only grey meaning coarse.

All in all we are only ten
come to see a dissection of a frog named blue.

When we leave we have the word, 'Anger''
on our . Already I have gone back in memory.