Get Your Premium Membership

The Blue Room

He sees the morning rain, the raindrops bloom, grey clouds above plains, in the blue room. He sees the afternoon breeze, the shadows loom, buildings stood at peace in the blue room. He sees the night winter, the inevitable gloom, hooked to such wonder, in the blue room. He sees almost everything, with a sense finality, that life was indeed moving on, outside the blue room.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 6/24/2016 3:46:00 PM
A mystery poem. Enjoyed
Login to Reply
Date: 6/17/2016 10:41:00 AM
Ooo, outside the box. I sure enjoyed, Julia Ho. Skat
Login to Reply