Wednesday, June 17, 2015

I’ve never been stuck in this room before!

Slats closed against setting sun
sun still steels through everything
the heat’s on, the shadows cooling
now its pinking down
soft and gentle


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  1. MaryJune 17, 2015 at 7:56 PM

    I like the progression of this poem. Being stuck in a room sounds most unpleasant, but as the poem continues the gentleness seeps in.

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