The blue room poet moves through
An apparition of color
Waves seeking to catch
The watchful eye
As I walk on by.
Ghostly light filtered in a rainbow
Yet when captured
Only hues of blues remain
And the walls welcome the serenity
Of a thought set loose
Riding the wave of a quiet peace
Fan moves in gentle circles
As I drift away.
Paint job all finished on the room and the hurriacaine shutters on the Windows left rainbows on the walls, but when I took the picture, only purple and blue remained even though I could physically see all the Reds, yellow,orange,green, etc….must be the blue room ghost. The candle holder on the table, three monkeys….see no evil, hear no evil and of course speak no evil….
My desk isn’t in yet but the couch and table is inviting me to write….sorry for the grainy shots…will attempt some better ones, and my “art piece” on wood….I think an elephant painted it….I call it beautiful mess….or lightning cactus….