May 2017
Bright white vase, pink roses
rousing the blue walled sick room,
pointing to the beckoning sun,
drawing the patient on,
dosing her with life,
draining the manacing blues.
She rocks in her chair, tuning
to the fraught street air,
but soon it will be night.
rousing the blue walled sick room,
pointing to the beckoning sun,
drawing the patient on,
dosing her with life,
draining the manacing blues.
She rocks in her chair, tuning
to the fraught street air,
but soon it will be night.
Another poem based on the same Edward Hopper painting.
(Runcorn)
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