I stand in the center of a vast room.
Spotless and sparkling,
it's white walls and trim are silent
and open to my interpretation.
There I stand,
in my white skirt and sweater,
a world of possibilities open to me.
I begin at the wall to my left,
singing my poetry and spreading my wisdom
through vivid splashes of color
that overtake the pure blankness of the room
and make it breathtaking.
Of course, every now and then
an accidental brown or grey streak will appear
but no matter.
A bit of time and creativity leaves each blank,
bland spot
a gleaming array of reds, yellows, greens.
And finally, when color has penetrated every corner,
every square inch of space;
finally, when rainbow hues are splashed
all down my front;
finally, when my neat little canvas
has become a beautiful masterpiece,
I walk out the door
and into a vast room,
spotless and sparkling,
it's white walls silent and open
to my interpretation.
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
Comments
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such a solid ending to this poem, which is certainly half the battle when writing poetry. you have many vivid details here and some wonderful verses indeed with bringing us into your imagery of rainbow and canvas.
nicely written poem indeed... thanks so much for entering into the contest.
Kim -
wonderful, magic gold at a glance
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Tres bien, my love...it's really interesting, too, that you take the colour on your clothes into the next room.
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I wondered if anyone would pick up on that.
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Thank you for the comment, my dear.
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