I thought the image matched the poem quite well.Happy Fathers Day. I am not blue, just a bit contemplative this morning.
I spent a little bit of time on various social networking blogs. On Fuelmyblog, I found a very interesting story site with word pictures. That is the best way to describe it. The stories have a very light, free quality to them. Travel and Sing. http://travelandsing.com/
I thought I would add a companion poem to an earlier poem I had written called Red Room. This one is called Blue Room. It is a dark poem like the earlier poem.
Blue Room
Blue room in a blue haze
White smoke drifts from tables
Silhouettes sit at tables
Heads tilted down listening
Beer, wine, whiskey, flows
Down parched lonely throats
Outside past dark midnight
Grey fog flows in the streets
Notes drift smooth, cool, clear
In the hazy white hot air
Blue room lonely sad room
drown your blues in a cup
Listen alone to the piano
A single tear on a soft cheek
I thought I would add a companion poem to an earlier poem I had written called Red Room. This one is called Blue Room. It is a dark poem like the earlier poem.
Blue Room
Blue room in a blue haze
White smoke drifts from tables
Silhouettes sit at tables
Heads tilted down listening
Beer, wine, whiskey, flows
Down parched lonely throats
Outside past dark midnight
Grey fog flows in the streets
Notes drift smooth, cool, clear
In the hazy white hot air
Blue room lonely sad room
drown your blues in a cup
Listen alone to the piano
A single tear on a soft cheek
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