In the Blue Hour

Summary

The webpage contains a poem inspired by an image of a man working on a car, titled "In the Blue Hour."

Abstract

The webpage titled "In the Blue Hour" presents a poem inspired by an image of a man working on a car, taken by Milin John on Unsplash. The poem is written in a narrative style, describing the man's actions and the poet's feelings towards him. The man is depicted as a rugged and capable figure, with hands that are both delicate and firm. The poet expresses a desire for the man's touch and compares him to a stallion. The poem also references the concept of the "Blue Hour," a time of day just before sunrise or after sunset when the sky takes on a deep blue hue. The poem is part of a Saturday Poetry Prompt series by J.D. Harms.

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The poet admires the man's ruggedness and capability, as evidenced by his ability to work on a car and break broncos.
The poet expresses a desire for the man's touch, using sensual language to describe his hands.
The poet uses the concept of the "Blue Hour" to create a sense of anticipation and longing.
The poet compares the man to a stallion, suggesting a sense of power and freedom.
The poet uses the image of kindling a fire to suggest a sense of passion and intensity.
The poet expresses a desire for the man to fill her with light, suggesting a need for comfort and reassurance.
The poet uses the phrase "playing Cowboys and Indians with hearts parched" to suggest a sense of playfulness and nostalgia.

17 October 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: write this Image

Getting this little Bronco ready to go to the mechanic he mentions rubbing his hands, those hands over his five o’clock shadow more like 12 sleekly stroking a stallion’s nozzle delicate, satiny firm as he rode off into the velvety midnight blue of dawn to meet the Blue Hour.

Wrapping willow limbs around those so lucky to rain indigo in his hands those hands rough from breaking broncos or was it fixin’ up that Bronco? playing Cowboys and Indians with hearts parched it’ll take just an ember to ignite those ripe for a fire, a wild one.

Kindle me just right during that Blue Hour deep below the nether regions of my horizon as I wait for daybreak to fill me with your light, the sapphire kind with those hands rough from breaking broncos or was it fixin’ up that Bronco?

Thanks to J.D. Harms for this 17 October 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt:

In the Blue Hour

17 October 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: write this Image

Write This Image

17 October 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: write this image