This poem was inspired by Pablo Picasso’s painting – the blue room
They say that life has many tones and hues
But in my life what dominate are the blues
I am caught in a swirling vortex of strife
And that my dear is the defining fact of my life.
Of blue blood, my man can talk a blue streak
But his rants often leave me weepy and weak
O’ my heart does keen, often it feels so blue
My decision to marry this man, I do so rue.
I am a beautiful bird adorned with a gilded cage
But, he has clipped my wings, to my utter rage
I am bound to my master, the blue eyed boy
He holds me in his vice grip, like a prized toy.
Like a bolt from the blue, his criticisms scathe
His love, I try to cleanse, scrub off and bathe
The love I thought came once in a blue moon
Alas! It imprisoned me and left me all too soon.
Now my cage is my room, as blue as my mood
Wherein I live, am sad, melancholy and I brood.
I have no escape, no avenue to run or flee
Alas! From my sad blue world, I shall never be free.