Three Word Prompt Challenge: Cerulean, December, and Saccharine

*“Recorder Lessons”*

You stare up, rapt in wonder, at the clear *cerulean* sky, Forgetting that I’m waiting for your crystalline reply You’re wide-eyed, blinking, marveling: a deep thought just broke through You’re testing implications in how that applies to you.

From *December* to December you have known me, twelve full moons And in half a dozen more we two will have seen two warm Junes But still you seldom notice me; you fail to see I’m here. At first you thought I’d come in handy, but by now, I fear,

Your *saccharine* apologies, so fragile in their guile, Have dwindled down, and when you see me you don’t even smile. The irony does not escape me, June the First; I’m an appliance For journaling your silent thoughts and feelings—wondrous science!--

But nonetheless, though just a gadget, I feel chilled, like ice is, For now I am ignored, and I’m left to my own devices. I’m not, therefore, so predisposed to send you out a warning That if you follow through, that thought will leave you dead by morning.