Of Blues

There she sat on her plain checkered bed

Warm white ceiling light shone on her yellow skin

Tracing the edges of her cheek to her chin 

A wistful look etched on her face

With downcast eyes

She wrote... and wrote

About blues

Until hot tears trailed downwards

And she fell into a dreamless slumber.  

Author's Note

First try

Reviews

[Robert]

So Charlotte Grace, Welcome to Writers Café. I see you mentioned that this was your first try of a poem or first try on this site. from reading this piece you have written here it is a nice flowing piece of poetry and appears to be a heart felt expressed piece. So after reading this it seems you must have written other pieces before this one? If not you are very talented. Please keep writing.

[Charlotte Grace]

thank you Robert for your review, sorry it took so long to thank your review and accepting the friend request. i have written some pieces before but i never posted any. Thanks again for the encouragement, i will try to write more soon. :)