#1
Blue
Broken glass litters the floor.
As I hug my daughter against my shattered heart.
I feel her warm tears.
We sit huddled against the refrigerator door.
All this breakage...
She’ll want to come back to us again…
.
.
.
…I’ll probably say yes...
#2
Green
The sun is a pale disc.
The fog bank moves in from the South.
Everywhere is grey and shrouded,
Except the grass beneath my feet.
It remains green for me -
even when she’s not here.
#3
Orange
Marigolds
Strung in long chains
Drape from balconies and across pergolas
A hubbub of voices
A riot of colour
An extravaganza of flavours
A painted elephant
A sacred fire
Two souls are joined
Poetry is my aeroplane 
Beautiful Andy, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you Mr Mel – I love it when something I write, reaches somebody else 🙂
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Three lovely poems. I really like the fog one, and how it touches on the green grass. Sometimes we can’t have what we want. We can only have what we see in the moment.
Hope autumn is treating you well. Getting way too cold for my liking here but we had a mild weekend 😀
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Thanks Mabel – you’re right about not getting everything we want, but maybe there is a light at the end if we give it a go… or have a friend with a torch 😉 Its cooling down nicely here – I have to put a fleecy vest under my motorcycle jacket on the way to work in the morning (05:20) coming home in the afternoon is a lot more comfortable. Take care Mabel and thanks for reading and chatting – you’re awesome – even if you don’t like quince paste with cheese 😉
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‘or have a friend with a torch ‘ That is a very thoughtful way to put it. I’ll remember that. Rug up with another layer of fleece as winter truly comes. Hoping it really is a quick one. Nope, no quince paste for me. You can have my share, awesome Andy 🙂
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deal 🙂
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I found a subtle connection between the three…like, the person in ‘blue’ is finding hope and joy again in ‘green’ and finally embraces love in ‘orange’. 🙂 Maybe, it’s my imagination only… 😀 but I liked to interpret the set in this way…
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Yes, I have the same interpretation 🙂
As usual, marvelous written Andy.
XxX
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Thank you Patty. I was in the mood to write about love… lost, found and committed to.
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I like your interpretation. I am working on another three and I look forward to seeing if you find a common thread 🙂 Thanks for always supporting Mani 🙂
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Always a pleasure reading your wonderful words… 🙂
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😊🙏
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