Blue Room

15 Mar



In this blue room

With black and white, steel-framed photographs of the sea. And paintings of Venice. And of dancers.

Where my ancient acoustic guitar waits quietly on her stand

Where I tap tenderly at this keyboard with its reassuring sound.


In this blue room

Where I have spilled my dreams and realities onto white digital pages. And exchanged words with distant lovers.

And whispered profane prayers and dark instructions

Into the inky night.


In this blue room

I wait for her.

She will come.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo/art by Barbara Lanza



Posted by on March 15, 2015 in Still Life


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5 responses to “Blue Room

  1. April

    March 15, 2015 at 3:31 pm

    This is a beautiful piece. Its quiet subtle progression is like a breath, an exhale, and the breather is absolutely sure that of the next inhalation, whether it actually will arrive or not. Wonderful, I love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. lusciouslibby

    March 15, 2015 at 6:31 pm

    This makes me think of the song
    Alcoba Azul by Lila Downs…

    Liked by 1 person


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