Tuesday, 14 April 2026

The bear with Blue Fur

 

Dear Reader: A poem written in the middle of the night when sleep was scarce. 


Once there was a blue bear 

Whose fur changed colours 

Fell into deep though of another 

Hung portrait of her lover 

In every wall of her gigantic mansion

He never returned her letters 

Crunched at the door 

Her fur turned blue 


The next day a bear with soft glossy fur 

Appeared like a reflection of the sun on the river 

She burnt her gigantic mansion

To build another with carved statues of her lover 

Alas he too never returned her letters 

She crunched down in the garden 

Her fur turning blue 


Third day she witnessed a brave bear 

fighting fiercely for honey 

She tore down the statues 

Composing sonnets for her lover 

The most beautiful memoirs of those 

Who never knew her longing to love and be loved 

At dawn, he too never returned her letters

She laid down in the rain 

Her fur soaking blue 

Blended with the skies 

Her rage gave rise to thunder 

Tore off the letter 

Took an oath 

To never show care for another 

In such a manner 


Little did she know 

Those in love never lose 

There is someone out there 

Who subtly thinks of you

Your ignorance shields both 

From pain, regret and rejection

From love, hope and what could have been. 


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The bear with Blue Fur

  Dear Reader: A poem written in the middle of the night when sleep was scarce.  Once there was a blue bear  Whose fur changed colours  Fell...