I am the blue room poet,
Sea spray hue fills the senses as I look past the window
Watching life move,
Watercolor dreams falling through my thoughts
As a quiet peace fills my soul with calm.
Pieces put together,
Ocean view colored walls
A place to sit and ponder,
A room to fill with beauty.
Each day will pass by slowly as the ocean waves move endlessly
With or without
We remain here filling spaces
New places from the old
Turning home into the need
Just a space to think,
To breathe
As silence fills the night as the sun goes falling down
The gentle moon will rise
And cast its silken glow
On the special place
Where a poet dwells
Creating words spun from a blue room.
Just finished painting the room which is where my desk will again reside, sea spray blue is the chosen color with white trim and oak floor. Once put back together, I will capture a pic of where I create, but for now, I’m too pooped to move everything back in, so just a reflective poem instead…..as Lionel sings to me from the kitchen…..Truly…..
Peace and blessings, K