Birds and Table at the Park

It’s a funny kind of blue or green
That seems to match my oddly changing eyes.
Turquoise is a stone I recognize
More than that hidden self that stays unseen.

Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme of birthstones. Mine is turquoise.

Photo: “Birds and Table at the Park” by the author taken at Navy Pier in Chicago.  The people left and the birds arrived for the crumbs.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

59 thoughts on “Turquoise”

  1. Ah…for the observant ones, a birthstone ring will tell the month, but never the age! And I have heard of moon rings that change colors as you’re wearing them and the colors give away your mood! TMI for me🙃

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    1. I’ve heard of those moon rings as well. If the stone can respond to electromagnetic waves from our bodies, they might help display emotions, but I have never tried them. Often one can see those emotions on the person’s face anyway. Thanks, Lillian! And thank you for the prompt!

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    1. Those stones are sometimes viewed as metaphysical themselves although I don’t know much about them. I did pick up a small turquoise stone some years ago, but I no longer know where it is. I would have used that in the photo. Thank you!


    1. It is December. I liked your piece about the selves within, Glenn. It made me wonder if our selves extend beyond our bodies. If so, we cannot be completely individuated or reduced to our bodies. I think that’s the case, but it is always nice to look for more evidence of it. Thank you!


    1. The stones are supposed to represent us or protect us in some way. They can sort of stand for us, but even with that clue about ourselves, and there might be useful information there, we are still mysteries. Thank you!

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    1. The change isn’t extreme (I hope) and maybe it is just the light others see them in. It is what people have told me, but I haven’t paid attention to it myself. I think of my eyes as a mix between blue and green which is what turquoise is, at least as I see it. Thanks, Kathy!


    1. Yes, I take all the pictures on this blog using a Samsung Note 4 phone except a few that are part of photo prompts, but I credit the photographer for each of those. I am glad you liked the photo. I enjoyed watching those birds and think of the people who have left that table as the selves that are hidden referenced in the poem with the birds being what is now visible. Thank you!


  2. Fascinating poem and deep. Turquoise is one of my favorite colours too. Have you read about blue eyes. That they (and green eyes) were initially a genetic defect that spread from one person blue eyes to many until people both with blue eyes (or green) has kids together and the colour continued on. Blue eyes are essentially without pigment but reflect light such as the colour of the sky or ocean so that is why they are blue. Green eyes have some pigmentation that is brown and some pigments that are not colored so they have green eyes. Your poem makes me think of this.
    Hope all is well!

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    1. I didn’t know that about blue and green eyes. I wonder if it is the why my eyes seem to change color at least some people have told me. You’ve got me curious about that. I will have to look into it further. Thanks, Amanda!

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      1. You’re welcome. Yes that’s why your eyes change for sure depending on the light, mine tend to go from a grayish blue to a brighter blue color. And I know many friends with blue/ green eyes that say the same. Yes, definitely check it out, it’s fascinating stuff!

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