Liminal Space

Kinsey Peterson

the art room is never the same

new paint splashed across the floor

scuffed boots on the counter

a finished project hung in the window

pencils scattered on tables

paintbrushes drying in the sink

 

I think of the halls

the yellow- gray 

the empty doors and faceless lockers

 

the art room is safe

from liminal space

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2023 15:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Silly little poem I wrote in art class today :)
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    how deep, what a visionary distillation
    (this, a facsimile of serenity's
    all-consuming nothingness,
    that tiptoeing of liminal existence
    hugging our now's
    within our inhales and exhales
    of yesterday's and tomorrow's..)
    Brilliant!
    I laud your poetry's subtle touch and humble notes
    thanks for sharing

  • Rocky Lagou

    This is literally so vivid. I felt as if I were in the room myself, observing and noting each thing as it happened. Art is my escape as well. These " faceless lockers" also serve to describe that loneliness you depict so greatly.

    • Kinsey Peterson

      stop seeing how sad I am in my poems lol- I tried to hide it in this one :))

      • Rocky Lagou

        😆😆Sorry, my dear poet. I guess it’s the way my own sadness tends to have such a strong sway over my interpretations of other works that leads me to highlight the melancholy of others.



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