A Hidden Room

 

Peacock blue ~

a door,

a little odd 

and weary, too.

Many passed you by

without a second thought

or glance. 

But I, 

I found myself planted there,

gazing into such a

mysterious curiousity.

With stealth and silence

I drew near, afixed

my eye to the keyhole.

And saw your heart there,

uttering a peaceful sigh.

I've found you ~

my cherished, hidden room.

Photo: Christine Valters Paintner

Poetry: Roxanne Galpin