The Room

Long hath I sat in silence withering
A dark domain of walls and ceiling
Windows lit on mornings rising
Fade to dark on evening setting
No dream echos or laughter sings
no flower on the mantel brights
the bareness of that which is.

A forlorn existance so one might think.
'till one who enters, quick of wit
Changes it all with just a click
Now dreams unfold with pen and brush
and what once was does not exist.

A contest entry

the room i write in by truembrace. 600 points, ended July 20, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

Please tell me what you think

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By me, right now

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Janice M Pickett
September 8, 2007

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A very true feeling here. How easily we can feel better inside and how easily can our mood change. My Book 'Your Mind Your Health Your Way' says all this. So much could change if we changed our attitude.
An excellent write dear Den. XX
DolphinLass
July 20, 2007
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well done
truembrace
July 20, 2007

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this poem (as well as its comments below) is truly eloquent... It was nice to read an entry with a classic edge to it - without having that end line rhyme. It has such wonderful tones throughout with the imagery brought here...

thanks for entering this into the contest.

Kim
- DennisP1
  July 22, 2007
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  Thank you for the honorable mention Kim. (smiles) I am glad you liked it. I was surprised to find myself so quickly motivated to enter. Who won Gold btw? I was looking forward to reading their entry.
klassy lassy
July 15, 2007

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A bare canvas where...

Your room just waits
for the light of your heart,
and all of the dreams
your quill doth imparts
to address its dimensions
with color and form
to lace movement and music,
lovely and warm,
to give it ears
for the stories that fall
and life to hold dear
what you love most of all.

It's been a long time... lovely to see your poems again. ~ Karen