Our poem of the week is by Ohio poet, Michael Cole, who puts us in an indigo mood with:

Blue Room  

When…you get that mood indigo,
when you slide down the rain-soaked
slope of regret or sorrow…

In the widening circle of music
there are no angles or corners,
no vases or lamps to knock over,

not even a tiny light to guide you,
or a bed to tumble into, or a dream
to get you out of this one…

Listen to a sax’s jazzy moan–
Coltrane, Rollins, Desmond–
the smooth glide around a blue room.

Michael Cole
Vermilion, Ohio