A Blue Room

by K. Perks

They line the shelves.

Tall, small, fat, and furry

with button eyes

and threaded smiles


just like we do.

A year has gone by and

the door has stayed closed,

but on occasion

I open it and look in,


I look at them

with their permanent smiles

soft with cotton




They watch over that room

with steady care and determination

and every time I look in

they remind me to hope.



Keith Perks has been writing poetry for about 2 years. Keith suffers from anxiety, loves both music and movies, likes dark Irish beer, has a giant scar on his left leg, and knows Cytoxan kicks in after about eight hours. Life has hurt his feelings. He resides in Northeastern Pennsylvania with his wife and feels phony writing about himself.

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