Ode in D blue

This toneless ode
might be imagined

And might take on contour
slowly

Like a blue being
stepping out of the mists

And as the mists
dissipate

you might glimpse
some waves of the ocean

Blue came from.
You might hear a brash surf,

might feel yourself
drawn to Blue,

drawn to the ocean

– James Steerforth (© 2007)

Note
Another exercise in enigma, as the preceding My neighbor’s chalice. Both came by themselves, out of the mood of the air, so to speak. When thinking about them after the fact, I thought of some paintings by Magritte which are based on something enigmatic.
What I work with in these is mostly ellipsis, i.e. a very simple set of images whose intention is evocation (whereas Magritte gives a full set of realistic images).
Does this work? I don’t know.