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.
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.
February 16, 2016