My room, the space that is mine
is dark and dour, yet inspiration rises
from the shadows on the floor
The things that are walled up in my mind
scream and beg to be set free
and with my pen I free them.
The heart that beats beneath my floor,
louder now, and louder again,
pleads to know passion,
and with my words I comply.
The knock upon my chamber door asks me to see
things beyond this dreary space
and with my mind and my heart I create them.
These elements unite –
screaming, pleading, beating, rising.
The tintinnabulation wells
and fills my lonesome room.
With this culmination,
my soul is excited to tears
that fall upon the page.
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This was written after a marathon of Poe reading. I tried to incorporate several of his works and quotes, and capture his thoughts (as well as mine) on writing. I'm sharing it here in observance of his birthday (January 19, 1809).
Oh, yeah. Good job. Just unsettling enough in the imagery to be a fine tribute.
ReplyDeleteYes, sounds like Poe.
ReplyDeleteIt's very "Poe like" especially the "souls tears falling upon the page".
ReplyDeleteOh my. So awesome. In particular, I love the word dour.
ReplyDeleteI like that word too. I don't think it's used enough.
DeleteLOVE this!
ReplyDeleteThere was some bass-based music in the background, dark and troubled, as I read your poem and it matched moods, making your already outstanding words even more so. Brilliant, Laurita. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments everyone.
ReplyDeleteHmmm...definately sounds like you're shaking that romance genre and getting into an 'unsettling' mood. And I must say that I had NO idea that I'd see the word tintinnabulation today. Fantastic job, and thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love how you have included elements of Poe's works within yours. I'm impressed with this poem and how you weave through the physical aspects of the room.
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