Sponsored by Workhorse, Lexington Poetry Month is an easy to use
platform for poets to publish and share their work in an attractive
way. The community is supportive and diverse, commenting and
encouraging one another throughout June. Money we raise goes
to maintaining the cost of the website and publishing the yearly
anthology. Our goals are to provide every poet (~150) a copy of
the anthology, lower printing costs, and expand opportunities
offered during Lexington Poetry Month, such as featured readings
and poetry workshops.
Thank you, Gaby. I just love different hues of blue, but my husband reminds me that we can’t paint every single room a shade of blue…unless we wish to live inside a blueberry. 😆
Listening to Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue” while reading your poem: same emotional accessibility, rich rhythmic phrasing, and use of space. A pensive melancholy evoked here: “ dripping paint brush blue /
change for little (lonely) room.” Well -crafted write, H.A.!
That song is my answer to the most difficult road trip question my husband ever asked me: If your soul had only one song, what would it be? You made my day with that reference! Thank you for reading. Thank you for your care and sincerity!
Thank you so much, Pam. The word felt like it needed a little something to convey the sentiment. I experimented with a few things. So flad you found the choice a good one! 💜
Yeah for blue! Paint colors are amazing these days, or at least their descriptions. Several years ago, I painted a room Blue Smoke Misty Haze Blue. Colors do so much for our moods. Enjoy yours!
I feel the tension between the urge to change and the instinct to close yourself in
Thank you, Gaby. I just love different hues of blue, but my husband reminds me that we can’t paint every single room a shade of blue…unless we wish to live inside a blueberry. 😆
lol, not a bad spot, eh? “living inside a blueberry”
Not bad at all!
Blue paints a feeling of sadness within the change. Love the choice of color as metaphor for what is happening in the poem.
It is a little sad. I get so few rooms to paint blue, one of my favorite colors. 💙
What gabby said. And as we see the season painting our month’s closing, this for me echoes of the new. We carry on forward borrowing the blue.
You always find the good stuff, Coleman! Thank you so much for reading and for shedding light on this for us.
The room takes on a personality in this poem – lonely, and forever closed. I’m sad.
It is a little “blue” for sure. 💙 Thank you for reading with such care.
Lovely. The rhymes seal the deal.
Thanks, Kevin!
Listening to Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue” while reading your poem: same emotional accessibility, rich rhythmic phrasing, and use of space. A pensive melancholy evoked here: “ dripping paint brush blue /
change for little (lonely) room.” Well -crafted write, H.A.!
That song is my answer to the most difficult road trip question my husband ever asked me: If your soul had only one song, what would it be? You made my day with that reference! Thank you for reading. Thank you for your care and sincerity!
I echo the comments above.
I especially love how you emphasized lonely “(lonely)”
Thank you so much, Pam. The word felt like it needed a little something to convey the sentiment. I experimented with a few things. So flad you found the choice a good one! 💜
glad*
This sings. So well done, HA.
Thank you, Bill!
The poem is as calming as I imagine the room is now ❤️
Thank you, Arwen! Yes, the blue hue works wonders in there. 💙 Thank you for reading!
Yeah for blue! Paint colors are amazing these days, or at least their descriptions. Several years ago, I painted a room Blue Smoke Misty Haze Blue. Colors do so much for our moods. Enjoy yours!
Oh, that color you describe/name sounds heavenly. Yes, today’s paint color choices are stunning! Thank you for reading! 💜💙