I like these walls
They’re the yellow of the sun I didn’t see today
My walls know me, hold me
Twenty years I have lived here, they have never let me down
From the wind and rain they keep me
They capture the air I breathe
Create space for me to drink black coffee
And a nook to write poetry
Always, they listen
They know my tone, inflection
They remember what I forget
Known are my lying and my waking
They lay witness to all conversation
Words spoken in struggle, in strength
They see me feast and famine
My walls see sorrow that will curl your toes
And joy that lifts the lights
I like these walls
I am well kept
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Katie B. (
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Comments8
Beautifully expressed 🕊️🙏
Thank you for your kind words!
That old saying " I wish I were a fly on the wall" I wish I were the wall it sees and hears much more it knows all. Well said in this poem that reveals knowledge and is seen as a paternal or maternal guardian. Well written Katie
Thank you Soren!
You are most welcome Katie
This reads like quiet gratitude carved into something lived-in and solid—almost like companionship made out of space and paint.
There’s a gentle loneliness in it too, but it’s softened by how faithfully those walls hold everything you’ve been.
Wow!! What a lovely, gracious review. Thank you for taking the time to share this with me. Greatly Appreciated!!!
Nicely said. Your poem's observation about color perception is quite homey as my husband and I discovered when we painted our living and dining rooms. Depending on the lighting, the paint seemed to shift between yellow in sunlight and white under our indoor lights, almost taking on different personalities.
Good write K.
My friend, this feels deeply familiar…the way a lived-in space slowly becomes witness, companion, memory keeper. The walls almost become another presence in the poem. Really loved this one, Katie. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A wonderful description of walls/My X used to say I drove her up the wall.But you need a wall for that to happen.Clever piece.Enjoyable
Wonderful words Katie, I have walls exactly the same as these except mine are covered with artworks from my artist daughter.
Andy
Awesome! I'm sure they're lovely!
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