Melissa is hosting Poetics Tuesday in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ she asks we 'take a walk' wherever we are ~ observe as though in a museum. Interpret, be curious about what it is we see ~ end our poem with an open-ended question ~ no small feat. I stopped wandering upon reaching my bedroom.
in this room
photographs line the walls
soft witness to who i was
who we are
who i love
through the windows
four seasons paint
an endless canvas
reminding me i am both
inside and beyond
if these walls could speak
would they whisper
my secrets?
Thanks for joining in, Helen. I’m sure if my walls could talk, they’d have a lot to say.
ReplyDeleteNahh - mostly kid's talk...
DeleteLove the way the window and the outside is so much part of the room
ReplyDeleteHelen, the room feels like this is a safe space, yet a space where anything can happen. It's a pleasant balance.
ReplyDeleteThose walls better not tell. I forbade mine telling even just a tidbit. You have a pretty bedroom. I never left my room, went back to bed.
ReplyDeleteI think this is a photographic negative Helen? It works to paint a beautiful picture which you wouldn't imagine to be the case - a lovely poem too...
ReplyDeleteYes, an enhanced negative ~~~
DeleteHelen,
ReplyDeleteThis stanza spoke to my heart.
"in this room
photographs line the walls
soft witness to who i was
who we are
who i love"
The previous comment was left by me, Ali Grimshaw - Flashlightbatteries.blog
DeleteI love that your room is a soft witness of you and your journey. Keep the secrets for sure.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Helen.
ReplyDeleteYour space is wonderful!
If the walls could talk,
many people would be in a difficult position,
but fortunately they don't..
Good morning my friend!!
A delightful poem, Helen, and I love that your room reflects you, present and past, and that you are ‘both inside and beyond’. I think your secrets are safe.
ReplyDeleteThis feels such a warm and comforting space 💕
ReplyDeleteWouldn't we love to know! But the heart's most intimate spaces keep a finger to their lips because some truths are unspeakable. We do keep trying to name them in poems! (My heart says, not quite, keep trying, buddy.)
ReplyDelete"both inside and beyond" - Wonderful, Helen!
ReplyDeleteI hope mine remain mostly silent till I'm gone, lol. What wonderful take on the prompt Helen.
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