Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Empty Rooms



( Daryl has inspired me this morning with her photo post "The Doors." Thanks, lady.)


Certain sorts of empty rooms are like a Sunday morning--

All that clear space like a deep breath taken

Then released like roses to a vase

When your lover's hand

Finds your hip

Under clean sheets

Under slanting light

When time cradles you like a pillow

And the only punishment for lingering

Shall be kisses

And soft words.


Certain sorts of empty rooms are endearing for what they don't contain--

All that easy air unstifled by

Successful husbands in golf shirts

Or wives hoarding secret thoughts as close as shivs;

Well established respectable families so entrenched, they couldn't be dynamited out

And who would deny the concussion

If it came.


Empty rooms

Are like a first kiss

Empty rooms

Are like a close death

Empty rooms

Are at the command of every fingertip--

Sleep late

Skip church;

If you've loved faith,

You carry hope

Into each empty room like a banner

Or a long-awaited, soft sweet-smelling child.

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15 comments:

  1. This is so magical I've read it a half a dozen times.

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  2. "...and the only punishment for lingering shall be kisses and soft words." Wow!

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  3. wow, magical, breathtaking, in its simplicity and honesty. i love it!

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  4. Lovely poem.

    I really enjoy reading your work.

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  5. I had those long-awaited children. This was beautiful.

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  6. Love it .. I am really feeling cool that my photo inspired your words .. since your words always make me 'see' things as well as feel them. xo

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  7. Jesus-Sweet-Holified-Mary. How the do you keep topping yourself? It must be a hard act to follow yourself.

    Could you please send me your autograph before you completely forget I ever existed and there is only the aura of shiny people surronding you in your mansion on the hill?

    :)

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  8. "Empty rooms
    Are like a first kiss
    Empty rooms
    Are like a close death"

    Excellent thought, they are indeed, like both these things.

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  9. Hi, I like this poem, you have such a certain voice, every word is just right and conjures wonderful feelings as well as imagery. I seem to read your poems with a slightly dropped jaw, wondering how they can look so easy on the eye yet contain so much.
    The music put me off slightly, but only when trying to make sure I got the precise meaning from reading your poem and I'm easily distracted!

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  10. Empty rooms *sigh* yes they are beautiful, especially the ones inside ones head.Good write, you.

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  11. *blush* wow, thanks everyone.

    Pink, you can turn the music off by scrolling down to the player and hitting the pause button. :-)

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  12. Empty rooms.... very lovely and thought provoking.

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