“there is a room”
There is a room
where names wait at the door,
stacked like coats
on a winter hook.
Inside, a chair holds its place.
Pages rest half‑turned.
Ink settles into shape
on the desk’s quiet plane.
These are the room’s fixtures —
the things that stay still
so other things can move.
Then the shift begins:
a line adjusting itself,
a thought testing its weight,
a gesture forming before it knows its purpose.
The room listens,
not for meaning
but for motion.
And when you step out again,
you sense the room
has altered itself
just enough
to let the next visitor enter differently.
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And so it is with poems, verbs alter the nouns and adjectives just enough so the next visitor does enter differently. Just my take Cryptic. I'm sure another was intended. Well written none the less and made me read it more than once to get any grasp of the feeling it left behind.
And that is an excellent take, Soren! I enjoyed that so much. 🕊️🙏🏻
Most welcome
much enjoyed read
So glad you had enjoyed this and thanks for letting me know 🕊️🙏🏻
most welcome
My dear friend, this reads as a metaphor for the creative mind itself. The room becomes a living threshold, shaped not by meaning imposed but by movement allowed. Each visitor alters it just enough for what comes next. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Poetic movements as in symphonies. Thanks, Tittu🤩🕊️🙏🏻
Excellent.
Thanks, Thomas 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A. Or maybe some churches, when services are not taking place. One goes into a 'room' or area, and with silence in some buildings it can be painful to the ears. Or an atmosphere, or influence, or presence is sensed.
Not too much deep thinking now, Fido says to me. And he says too: ' You know it only gives you a headache!; you rarely get meanings of cryptic poems' lol. He of course understands 99% of absolutely everything. I probably understand the other 1%.
All places and states valid and appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
Each room gives us a different feeling when we enter them Rik.
Andy
Aye, for certain sure, Andy 🕊️🙏🏻
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