Posts Tagged ‘room’

Now I wonder

if I’m someone who knocks

and tries to bring people

out of their loneliness, or

if I’m the person behind the door

living in my own world,

but shutting other people out

at the same time…

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Once I cried from my powder blue room

my wails rising from my crib

like awful birds- beaks targeting ears

at which to peck.

 

Once I reached inside myself

and found the nerve to kick off the training wheels

and form my own path, unencumbered.

 

Once I found myself in a four square court

and the ball bounced between me

and people who introduced themselves

as they held that yellow rubber sphere.

 

Once I looked at the monochrome clock

that crouched, always in the same place,

on the mocha-brown walls of a building

that always smelled of new shoes and Lysol.

 

Once I found myself in a room-

painted a darker blue, the same

room where that doll-sized impression of myself

used its voice to rouse people from slumber.

Now I can use my voice to do the same,

but in spite of everything,

I take my own initiative

and set forth, out of the crib, onto the street, into the halls

on my own.

It’s an awful thought to have- 

the thought that you may have come between two people.

If you believe yourself to be

a Bighearted person,

then do not let anger

or grief fester

in your thoughts,

or come across in your deeds.

This may seem so easily said,

and not so easily done,

but the truth is

that bighearted people

are most easily broken,

but also the most forgiving.

A big heart

is a house,

with thousands of rooms

for guests-

for every person

the heart’s owner

has ever met.

Metaphorical hearts can only be large

if they leave room for love,

and force hatred

out their doors.

My life lies flat,

I go from bed to bathroom

to kitchen to bedroom,

again and again,

only moving in a circle.

Routine does bring promise

of new insights–

insights into the dull repetition of routine.

Bright Light

Posted: November 6, 2013 in Poetry
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Golden light

fall from the night

sky, and ignite

Rumbles of thunder

Angels held under

the clouds, which snore in slumber

Breaking free

Bolt towards me

Light up the room searingly

Whisper within

the electric waves

Are You here to kill, or save?