Whispers and Words #9

Whispers and Words #9 | Sea and Sky

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The Sea
Was feeling blue;
And for that,
It blamed
The Sky.

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Normally, I don't explain my poems, but mostly to serve as a note to myself, here it goes...

It is a common misconception among people that the sea is blue because it reflects the blue sky. If that were true, the sea's colour would change to grey on a cloudy day. That doesn't happen.

The sky appears blue because, out of the constituent colours of the sunlight, blue light waves are comparatively shorter and scatter more easily in all directions by the tiny air molecules. The sea appears blue because the water absorbs the longer wavelengths of sunlight, like red and orange, but reflects the blue.

Moving on from the science part...

Quite often, the state of sadness or melancholy (feeling blue) of a person magnifies when he is in the physical or emotional proximity of another person with a positive outlook or optimism (blue sky), even though both of them are on their own individual journey of feelings and emotions, successes and failures.

The miserable person might have already been in that state. Still, for no apparent reason, he correlates his own lack of positivity and happiness with that of another person who seemingly has it in abundance, and thereby he descends further into his own misery.

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