A green duvet and me
blue
Eeyore pyjamas missing a button
a gaping hole my solar plexus
books scattered
carpeted
the bed and the floor
three phones waiting
a clock ticking
a red candelabra
standing tall
white scented candles
mirrors and paintings
reflected image incomplete
a red slip
pillows
a thick winter coat, disembodied
folded towels
soft toys and clothes, strewn
careless
tissues not too far away
the bedside table ready
slatted curtains not really curtains at all
shafts of light
penetrating
my wheat-bag purple and warm
comforting
Klimts Women is wide open
to ‘The Kiss’
at the foot of my bed
© Copyright 2007 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
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You paint a wonderful picture here, Jodine. It makes you want to explore more about the room and the owner.
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Thank you _______? Italy? It’s awesome to meet people who love and appreciate the gems our poetry sparkle. One liners or a string of words can say oh so much… Jx
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Don’t stop …. the more you write, the more you’ll want to write … and the easier it will flow … what a wonderful space to be in … what a way of seeing … what a gift to share. Thank you.
This poem is so poignant ..
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Pen…I can’t stop writing! It’s like I’m obsessed or something… Jx
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This poem is right up my street. You captured a perfect moment, throbbing with anticipation.
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