Backdropped against the blinds
shadows played, voices raised and fell,
suddenly awake on Aaron rents
settee I lay exposed, the walls
too thin, when suddenly a gun
goes off, and hastened footsteps fade
to silence. My room is stark, it’s
wrapped around my neck, and
I realize the bed is way too hard
to hug me tight. It was here
I understood how cold a room
can be, when you’re left alone.
Summer Interior by Edward Hopper
Today Mary wants us to write poetry about Rooms at dVerse poetics.. how a room can feel. The poem above relates something that happened many years ago when I lived in Phoenix and rented a studio when I worked there. One night I was awakened by quarrel right outside my window that ended with a gun being shot. I have never felt so lonely in my life. Never. Come share something about your rooms when we open the pub at 3 PM EST.
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February 16, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Absolutely love it! Please forgive my memory, or lack thereof, I’ve no idea how you feel about re-blogs, but I would love to re-blog this if I may? Either way, no offence, just love your work!
I have nothing against reblogs… but when I visit blogs I always go for the original blogger and not the reblog 🙂
That’s the way it should be. I believe it’s the intent of most re-blogs to introduce bloggers to one another. I respect that.
I have tried several times, but when I hit the re-blog button nothing happens. Any suggestions?
I don’t know… Hmm… Will check tomorrow 😉
so alive and intense. I always love the way you pair your poetry with classic art
This is really cool: “My room is stark, it’s
wrapped around my neck”
Also, the ending.
Oh what a frightening experience! There are times when a room is no haven…and times we don’t feel safe either inside or outside the room. And times when it is colder inside than it can ever be outside!
You have rendered the feeling of hopelessness in a very effective manner! I would have been very scared too, especially if I were on my own.
feeling of being left alone is the worst feeling…scary
I couldn’t begin to imagine how this would feel, though you have allowed me into that room and that deep sense of loneliness and, I imagine, fear. Phoenix has changed so much from when I lived there in the early ’60’s as a student nurse.
And it has probably changed a lot since i lived there in the beginning of the 90s
Yep. I visited in the 80’s and a few years ago — big changes even in that time period. In the ’60’s the airport was one room and about 3 gates!
Other people’s violence can cause that kind of vulnerability that you described so well!
How cold that room can be. So moving, thank you
Impressive, as are all your poems. You might want to change ‘to thin’ to ‘too thin’ . Applause!.
Ah.. thank you… of course there is a typo there..
Oh! this poem is so intense I could feel each word!!
I resonate with this poem very much…….well captured, Bjorn.
Oh, man. THIS:
“My room is stark, it’s
wrapped around my neck”
Whew.
Wow! I imagine that hearing a gunshot outside your room would leave you feeling very vulnerable–not knowing if another shot might ring out and come flying through your window. You succeeded well in conveying that frightened and alone feeling, Bjorn.
What a fright-filled encounter! That would allow feelings of loneliness!
That’s a scary time to be Bjorn ~ I would feel very vulnerable & I admire this part:
My room is stark, it’s
wrapped around my neck,
That would be scary at any time but ,I think esp., in a foreign city alone.
Excellent work in mood.
I think my heart rate went up reading this. scary nd intense.
Yes, that visceral fear of hearing a gun go of nearby would make most people feel vulnerable and lonely.
ouch…what a jolt…”My room is stark, it’s / wrapped around my neck,”…it is indeed…the poem reminds me of Anne Frank’s Secret Annex…
Beautifully graphic. Took my breath away.
I feel the cold, the chill, the loneliness. When the bed does not comfort one. So well penned here.
That too-hard bed brings home the loneliness and fearfulness of that room. Peace, Linda
Mysterious, and disturbing. I would like to read more of the back story!
Oh, those nights can be so cold when comfort’s needed.
This is quite dramatic but the loneliness as the effect of the gunshot so powerful.
That was nerve-wracking.
Bleak and scary indeed!
I like the juxtaposition of the lines: ‘My room is stark, it’s
wrapped around my neck’ and ‘I realize the bed is way too hard
to hug me tight’, conveying the fear so well, a thin line between claustrophobia and security.