It’s Tuesday Poetics over at the D’Verse Pub for poets, and Laura Bloomsbury says, “For today’s poetry prompt I’m asking us to conjure a room or rooms in the literal, functional, metaphorical, imaginary, and/or fantastical sense.”
That is a most intriguing prompt but as I have little room in my schedule right now, I am going to recycle a poem that I shared at not a pub, but a saloon. The following first aired at the Saddle Up Saloon’s recent open mic.
Opening, D. Avery
You’re the door
that opened me
the room revealed
by the open door
the room revealed in me
You’re the lamp that shines
the beam of light
illuminating treasures
that were locked within this room
You’re the room within the room
So am I
I am so many rooms
because my door is open.
Because you said, Step in.
Oh I love the thought of inviting someone else to my room… that is the only way to get close I think
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Thank you.
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i really enjoyed reading this – the subtle repetitions mirror the you/I dualism and I especially liked the second verse – such a gentle love poem of intimacy
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Thank you. You picked up what I was laying down.
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Being sensitive to those kinds of openings is the seasoning of life.
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Roger that. Gotta know when that door is ajar.
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I also loved the repetition and the invitation to step in – as it should always be the case
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Thank you. I didn’t exactly intend this as a love poem, more a poem of love.
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It works both ways!
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subtle sensitive and intimacy woven in just three stanzas!
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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Warp and weave, mirrors reflecting other mirrors reflecting other mirrors ad infinitum. A digital universe within your thumb nail; I can dig it.
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Thank you for your groovy comment!
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All the layers of love (k)
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Nice last two lines. One has the open door. The others says step in.
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Thank you.
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Love what you’ve done with this prompt.
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Thanks. I appreciate you coming by.
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Yea, I can really get with this, and repetition always works well 🙂
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I’m glad if this works and always glad to have you by. Thank you.
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🙂
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There is a space within us, whether quiet or in turmoil, that sometimes longs for company, perhaps without our even knowing it. Seeing that in someone and being willing to be the one to share can tell us more about ourselves, as well as about that other.
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Wow. You’re right! And this does seem to be about that give and take sharing.
Thank you.
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Oh I LOVE this! And isn’t it the truth? At least it was for me. My husband of fifty years was the key that opened the door to the real me….and loved me as me. 🙂
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Ahhh.
Thanks for coming by and for the poem validation! Fifty years? Where did that time go?
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