little room

little room

A Poem by Juliespenhere.
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on depression and being alone and the mess in ones room that can accumulate in these states these poems do not necessarily always represent me but at one point maybe all my poems do

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the little room 
was round
and sometimes felt square
or was it exact opposite there?
it grew in size
depending on her brain
function on any particular day
sometimes tiny sometimes huge
her moods would change this room
this room was hers
her room to change the colours
the specks the spicks the spocks
her room to do as she please
her bedroom
her sanctuary
messy as it was
lonely as it was
it was hers
and no one could enter
only her dog
this room was hers
her tiny room
in her own mind
cluttered with things of the past 
old albums
faded memories of her past life
old wine bottles
some unopened some empty
old books unread
some half mused over and
flicked pages with food stains
her cd and record collections
tattered covers and mismatched 
hard plastics
old coffee cups with dregs of dirt
tea bags decaying 
from a bright mornings slurp

her cupboard
a mess
who cares no one comes here
I know where my clothes are
they are safe in there 
or on a mound in a basket
she needs to sort  through
her room
her sanctuary
today it felt small
she felt secure in there
the sun hit her head
as she lay on her bed
her room
her tiny room
it enveloped her so
the sun hit her
head her hair her shoulders
burning warm so neatly so
she looked around 
the mess had to go
it had swallowed her so
tomorrow the spring clean
maiden would come out in her 
she surely hopes so

© 2017 Juliespenhere.



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Line 13: Her room to do as she pleased
Line 28: some unopened, some empty
In the Opening of the second stanza, you went from a third person narration to first person, so maybe you can insert "..." where the narration changes.
But this is very well detailed and brings to light the way depression and loneliness can affect a person's will to do things. Good work.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Could relate with it. The trauma and suffering of depression can change the whole person.
Very nicely written.

Posted 2 Months Ago


A beautifully woven, darkly moving scene of a life seemingly bound to a room that suffocates and stirs her soul. Made me ponder my own habits, once trapped in depression, everything out of control, so now I made sure everything is in order. Perhaps it gives me the sense that I have at least a little control of something in this world.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Juliespenhere.

2 Months Ago

Thanks for your honest review yes my rooms a bit of a muddle now maybe need to clean my act up
read more
An owl on the moon

2 Months Ago

Put on some music, maybe light an autumn candle, and then let the cleaning become more like dancing... read more
An owl on the moon

2 Months Ago

Ah, perhaps a spring candle for you there. :)
I like this narrative describe language. Make feel I am inside that room. And some part of my room became my soul.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Juliespenhere.

2 Months Ago

Thanks so much
For taking time here to read review
sometimes the clutter just feels safer...reminds us of how our minds are full of baggage and we may in errant state, think is it what we want...like our own fortress...
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Juliespenhere.

2 Months Ago

Thanks Jacob
For your kind honest review
on depression and being alone
we have all felt like this sometimes I would say
safe in her little room

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Juliespenhere.
Juliespenhere.

Sydney , Australia



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Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I still work full time and live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend I write quickly it just flows and bubbles qui.. more..

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