In this tidy room
I stretch out on this bed of illusions
Sleep till the curtains call
Walk on hollow floors
Create masterful paintings on lonely, plastered walls
All is well kept
A bed made proudly
Signatures of preeminent artists suspended on the wall
Dust, vanquished
Books arranged in alphabetical order on a case of mahogany
I breathe in the air of misfortune
I hear only breath and silence in this tidy room
Cool air drifts on my troubled face and I quiver
I follow Mary, she crawls down the wall
My only companion
I sit in a corner of indecision as if in time out
I try to remember, I try to forget what brought me here
I spin on the hollow floor until
The world is as dizzy as I am
Passing hours with a broken clock
Wrapping up in luxurious curtains
Of secret velvet, I am queen
The world moves without my knowing
I assume the sun wears her radiance
And the moon bellows at the wolves
In this tidy room time is captured, and so am I
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A woman is abducted by a seemingly wealthy criminal and placed in a room of luxury.
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Comments3
In a secluded room fantasy reigns. A poem that is dark and carries the feelings of depression in luxury. Well done Katie
Thank you so much. What is the best way to get new readers other than commenting on their poems, which I have done my best to do.
You are most welcome. I have tried reading everyone's poems but many don't reciprocate so find ones that do and read theirs then pick titles that grab attention.
Katie, the idea of a perfectly arranged space that still feels empty or imprisoning is something many people can relate to. The tidy order becomes almost a mask over the deeper emotions moving beneath it. Fabulous job on this. A fave, for sure.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so very much for supporting my writing!
Most welcome, Katie! My pleasure!
Fine words Katie, may that luxury be with her with her freedom as well.
Andy
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