Lieblingsfarbe
Blue
Here I stand,
In the doorway
From my childhood years,
Nostalgia pulled me under
The same way the currents did back in '92
Now the cabin is an antique
Smelling of dust and salt,
But the blue stays even if it's just rags
On the bed, the sea
Crashes over the edges,
And turns into waterfalls
Of jumping memories,
And snorkelling in the deep
I remember the salty taste
Of mom's favorite savory dish,
And the time my tongue
Rejected the sea's beverage
Most of the comfy chairs,
Now look lonely
Just like I did when I lost them on the beach,
Their sea foam now looked
Bubble and foamless and uncomfortable
In the small kitchen,
I still see mom singing and humming
Hymns of the ocean's calls
This nostalgia,
Causes despondency in me,
And I feel myself
Slowly turning blue
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'Lieblingsfarbe' - German term to emphasize the speakers favorite color.
I recently started learning German and I think by adding some words into my poetry will give it a new sort of perspective.
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