The Empty Room
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June 8, 2024
~ 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
and sweep sun-dust up into swirls of pinprick-stars... then go
not beholden to bones stoic and standing nor to dust
stranded midair 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 rocking chair nights 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 neath blue-skin-skies where rows of purple grow
till Mistral wind blew 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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