Picture it & write – Bitter Blue

Ermilia’s Picture it & write  (Sunday 20 January 2013)

Once again, here is my offering to ‘Picture it & write’ hosted by Ermilia (Ermisenda and Eliabeth) who invite others to join them by writing a fictional story or poem to accompany an image presented on their blog.


Reprinted from Ermilia's Blog
Reprinted from Ermilia’s Blog

So you think you can have me.

So you think I care.

So you think the world is round.

What do I care!

What do I care; what do I care…

I don’t seem to care about much these days. I’m like that old clock on the wall; it’s stopped.

It stopped ticking some time ago. I think it was when you left.

Yeah; I think that was when it stopped.

It dawned on me that life was less than a flower; less than a pond; less than a mediocre grain of salt.

Yeah, that happened when you left me, encased in this frozen waste of bitter blue.

Carolyn Page

86 thoughts on “Picture it & write – Bitter Blue

    1. Thank You, Joe… She looks so ‘tortured’ to me….!
      I loved your ‘take’…

      “A lady’s peculiar lover
      Wrapped her in a sheet of blue rubber
      She said “You say I look best
      But please give it a rest
      If it isn’t one thing it’s another!”

      Ha ha…. 😉

    1. It is Rebecca, it is….!
      BTW – I have tried to make comment upon your blog however, it tells me that it does not accept my WP credentials…. How mean of it…! It obviously does not know that I am a sweet and lovable human being, and not a nasty old robot… 😉

    1. Absolutely Scott… and I can’t get out…!
      And Yes, I agree; the image is so powerful….! It seems the harder she tries to escape, the more trapped she feels…. Ug, ug and more ug…! 😉

  1. As you know me fairly well, as far as that goes, you know I don’t use this word lightly.. excellent, my dear…. Powerful, defiant, while still vulnerable. Good work, milady….

  2. poor mister or miss blue 🙂
    well written piece! hope s/he rises above it and laughs at those who thought that h/she is dead 🙂 silly human beings with their stupid arrogance!

  3. I like the part about how the clock stopped ticking. Like a parallel for when your heart stopped ticking. It reminded me of my Nana singing me a song when I was little, called my Grandfather’s Clock. ♪♫ It stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died. ♪♫

  4. “….Yeah, that happened when you left me, encased in this frozen waste of bitter blue….” This is a nice description of a state a person can end up in after somebody leaves.

    However, it seems to me that’s us just a deception…she is free…

  5. Soooo… I am running out the door again… but just so you know…. I remember this poem of yours… I LIKED it because I soooo can relate…. perhaps someday through posts and getting to know each other through our blog you will see why I followed.
    Now you have a nice day!

  6. jalal michael sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com

    Superb post.Well written .The pain,the sorrow the resentment ,and to defy reality it takes courage..Have a wonderful day Carolyn.jalal

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  8. jalal michael sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com

    Dear Carolyn, it pleases me to hear from you always.l do appreciate your time to visit my weblog.Wishing you happines and health.jalal

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  10. I remember that scene in The Empire Strikes Back when Han Solo Mio gets flash-frozen, but he sure looks different here… : P

    Your reflection, however, was chilling and exquisite!! : )

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