“Remembered Blue” Flash Friday 55


Remembered Blue

When I think of blue,
my closed-eyes mind sees green–
sheen of Minnesota lawn stretching flat
past pasture, where behind a straggle-wire
fence my grandmother straddled, impossibly,
a horse called grey as white
as her own curls, so very long ago that all
I truly remember is awe
as huge as the sky.


55 belated for the G-Man.  Go tell him to have a great weekend.  You too. 

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19 Comments on ““Remembered Blue” Flash Friday 55”

  1. brian miller Says:

    in awe as huge as the sky…smiles…you made it easy for us to see that memory as well…lovely little piece k…

  2. G-Man Says:

    You see beauty in most things.
    You think poetically. You can create what your mind sees.
    I Loved your azure 55
    What a fantastic image you’ve made come to life.
    Thanks for this little Gem
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

  3. Deborah Says:

    Stirring! Wonderful illustration !

  4. David King Says:

    Beautiful image and poem to match. I agree with Karin: you do think poetically, and It comes to the fore here.

  5. claudia Says:

    what a lovely slice of memory..you made me see her too with the white curls.. lovely…

  6. First, that drawing is just glowing and perfect for the poem.Then, the poem–really beautiful imagery. There’s something about horses that always speaks to the feminine soul, I think–their beauty and strength, their grace to carry us and the freedom we get when they run with us–and the images of childhood/age you introduce only makes it all more poignant. And all in 55.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Thanks. I was happy with the drawing. I have a wonderful app that lets me “filter” a painting so I can modify it after making and get different effects. It is very useful as you can change the atmosphere quite a bit.

  7. janehewey Says:

    I can see the grass, the sky. With a childhood full of Iowa, I can also feel the straggle-wire. Driving hours on I80 or Hwy 30, my sibs and I would search the landscape for the white horses. They made seemingly magical appearances; seeing one in a trot while driving would forge your destiny with greatness. It’s really a wonderful illustration, too.

  8. Other Mary Says:

    Beautiful 55 – and I didn’t realize we’re nearly neighbors!

  9. Helen Dehner Says:

    One of your finest drawings! Whimsical and sweet. I grew up in rural Midwest, spent 24 years in the Minnesota you describe ~~ awesome!

  10. Jamie Dedes Says:

    Enjoyed my visit here. Nice to “find” you!
    Poem on … 🙂

  11. Margaret Says:

    just a lovely poem … after my own heart. (love straggle wire fence)… really quite dreamy …

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