A Room

Incense smoke
Shimmering cirrus clouds
Waft in the timeless
Drift of an
Ageless room
Nor floorboard
Nor brick
Nor wall
Has seen the face
Of man

I've built this room
Beside river's ebb
And near the face
Of morning

I invite you to its
Lavish absence of
Accommodation
Welcome you to revel
In its comforts
Make yourself at home

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Like Dickinson, who took all the "alternative facts" from her poems and left us with just the truth. I feel that ultimately that space is what we revel in, like heaven perhaps. somewhere else where anything else is seeing and feeling more prolonged than this childs-house of a world we live in today.

I think you may be contemplating , and then working out, whatever ordinary expectations that writing a poem like this portends. Perhaps emptiness is just never revealing.......great poem.../dana

[Nipplegrinder]

I'm quite flattered by your lovely compliments. Thank for reading!

[Alexa Apothic Red]

I'm intrigued by the juxtaposition in this piece. The essence of a brand new space, empty and free from accommodations and amenities.. but then allowing someone to come in and take joy in its comforts and make it their own.. lack of accommodation lending to accommodating comforts..

There's an exclusivity implied in this invitation and a special attention given to the recipient.

I think maybe I just want to see more of this room.

[Nipplegrinder]

I don't set out to write a poem. I am given these words.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

I understand what you mean...

[...]

I see more here influence by Silvia Platt. Very beautiful write sadness in happiness. Yes I like it.

[Nipplegrinder]

Hahahahaha! There's no Plath, here, lest you make of it.

[...]

So maybe I make it.

[Relic]

I coud have sworn you closed your account?
I can see symbolism in this poem.
Incense smoke and shimmering cirrus clouds involve the senses. Just like imagination involves different senses.
The river's ebb to me indicates something that goes on without end.
The face of morning could mean birth of new ideas.
The last stanza could represent one direction of thought...to create.

Just my take. Interesting poem.

[Nipplegrinder]

It was, briefly.
I appreciate your having delved into my words, and especially your time in reviewing.
I often don't have a "meaning", in mind, when I begin a piece.
I'm inspired to write, by so many different things. Sometimes, I just let cadence dictate, others, I have true intent as I'm writing.
*shrugs*

[Dionysian Gnostic]

I feel a strong minimalist vibe here. This is executed with complete intention and no apologies will follow. I also like the invitation at the end which sort of seals the deal that your reader should be void of fanciful expectations upon entering.

[Nipplegrinder]

I'm impressed with that which you have taken from this writing. I'm inspired by the muse, and rarely take time to construct anything I write. So, reviews such as yours, are of immense joy, to me. Though I write because I am inspired, I truly am humbled when I can create images or feeling, that are different from what I think, after I've written.
Thank you for your kind words.
They are appreciated a great deal.