The Empty Room
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June 8, 2024
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: Premiere VI - Open
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Your Absolute Best Poem Ever
Sponsor: Tom Woody
~ First Place ~
Contest: The Empty Room
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Alone the bones of the room
bear no weight of responsibility
nor does it bare its breast of secrets
a broken pane
provides a breath with a pang of lavender
a wistful inhale
inhabits the lungs of this space
as the room tries to embrace...
oh embrace the breathing breeze
to squeeze a semblance of life into this place
but the breeze— a gypsy whisper-warm
needs freedom to come in and sweep
sun-dust into swirls of pinprick-stars...
then to go not beholden to bones
stoic and standing still
not beholden to dust stranded midair
only to fall in despair— abandoned
with less a good-bye
as bygone laughter and lullabies
are held on lath-tongues
behind horsehair plaster walls
but mute memories
mingle in dust like fireflies in dusk;
her suckling coos
the woe of rocking chair nights
hot plashes of mud-puddle tears
—a colored canvas that minions of time
would rather gesso white
in its bones the room
remembers its worth as a womb
nurturing a baby’s breath
beneath blue-skin-skies
where rows of purple spires grow
till Mistral winds blew hard and cold
and flew her lavender soul
far from home
oh the loss of life
wind-crashing-seas-onto-rocks—
loss of life
skeleton-ribs-of-the-crib
stripped-of-her-lavender-sprig—
loss of life
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2024
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