Blue Portrait

I woke this morning and painted the world blue.  Lovely blue skies and waters; strange blue trees and faces.  I put blue chirps into blue birds, blue houses on blue lawns.  I greet my neighbors and turn them blue, too.  I am the artist blue.  

I woke this morning to a world painted blue.  Blue skies, blue waters; faces blue, and trees.  I try different filters and lenses, perspectives and lights, but all stays blue, from hue to hue. Toward the sun, or away, shadow, or bright ray, all is blue, from morning through noon.

I woke this morning and powdered my face blue, blue lipstick, blue nails, blue fingers and hair. I brushed my teeth blue, so blue coffee won't stain.  I ate blue eggs and ham, and read the blue news.  There was misery and pain, but I blue it away.  And here's what I'm left with, another blue day.