Light from Other Rooms
The glow of electric light
fills in the house shadow’s
as you wander from room to room
a walking midnight ghost upon
the floor
drifting through carpeted corridors
of our suburban brickhouse manor
I lie upon the mattress stiff and flat
listening for the noise of the electric light
not the click of the switch
the turning of the light-tide
but another sound, the soft wash
of electric-light particle waves
splashing rhythmically upon the beach
of our own mutual undoing
digging watery trenches in the
vanilla sand until the
flick of the switch when you leave the hall
in cloaking darkness a ghostly
puddle in the hallway from where
the light has fallen down, its energy
drained, its illuminated promise vanishing
into the ordinary gray darkness.
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4 comments:
loved the image of the vanilla sand... everything is dark and light, that´s cool... color n noise into the poem...
(if i had to write a poem to save my soul, I would probably loose it jajaja although my writting is kinda poem-prose style.. )
mm... are you at the online MFA? or presential? coz I was there today at the "CRW meeting" and didnt saw u ( i think ).
~btw, name is Silvana. Not really misterious, just using a penname in my blog :)
I'm in the online program. So what happened in this meeting, anyway?
oh. just a meeting, introducing new students to old students and some other departamental stuff. And pizza.
This is yet another expresive and thoughtful poem you write so that we some times students can travel through lifes highways and pause to read, and consider, Will keep reading and understanding just like the lessons we had to contemplate in Creative writing
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