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the small black room
there was this small room,
dressed all in black,
void of furniture,
only a pile of black pillows
stacked at the entrance door.
the base of all was black.
lights,wall,ceiling and floor.
there were pinwheels on the ceilng.
when the breeze visited,through an
opened window,the wheels began to spin.
racing stripes and flags covered one wall.
symbols of birth,death,life and infinity
in neon colors were placed in opposition to
the racing pattern in a space of their own.
centered perfectly,a plastic bag tied
in knots hung from ceiling to floor
and directly beneath sat a pail of water.
light it! light it! light the bag,
the whispers echoed through the room.
feel the warmth, watch the glow,
colors of the rainbow drip below.
journey once again to a world unknown.
venture with me in the small black room.
in reality,it was the place i called home.
The begining of this poem...the part about the pile of black pillows at the entrance door...that party reminded me of Panic Room.
Great Poem.
Johannah
I don't think I would want a black room! It's kinda creepy to me, but a lot of people feel at home there! I would picture something evil lurking in a corner! LOL Anyway, it was an interesting poem for sure!!
LINDA~ LOL this is too much,my black room was total fantasy,i wouldn't know if it were day or nigh for months
12 floor sitting pilowa black and red 3.000 $ quad reel to reel,glow flowers on the ceeiling,what a magic place,my magic panama red always, you stir me up with yor poems
good memories L&P TIM