Thursday, August 13, 2009

RAP - The Hallway

This weeks poetry prompt at Seedlings in Stone was yet another part of the house - the hallway.
I pondered all week, having thoughts of what the hallway in my house represents, but struggled with writing a poem. Today's deadline, I sit and write...still rough, unfinished, but the feelings now moved into words.

(sigh) This one was difficult.

Connected

Am I aware
That it is where
I monitor all
Coming and going
Making certain that
Loved ones stay
Tucked in covers
Warm and safe
Top of the hall
Is where I stand
Guard, waiting
Are you coming?
Where are your books?
They roll through
Doors like bowling balls
Running, ready
At night in bed
A soft glow
Each night light tells
That sleep has come
I read and watch
No one moves
The hallway still
Connecting
Brothers
Sisters
Mom and Dad
Just down the hall

8 comments:

Mary Ann Duncan said...

Love it!

L.L. Barkat said...

So glad you pushed through this one. You found a gift at the end of the hall. :)

Liked this phrase...

"where I stand
Guard, waiting
Are you coming?"

Laura said...

I love it, Liz! As I thought about the hall, I thought about that one creaky board and moved into the future in my mind...wondering...will I be that guard waiting?

Fun to take these tours :)Laura

Monica Sharman said...

This will connect with lots of moms, I think!

mom2six said...

"They roll through doors like bowling balls"...sounds like my house. Lovely.

nAncY said...

just down the hall...i like that.

says a lot.

sojourner said...

hallways really do connect life and mom's help to make it happen

deb said...

this felt like home,
bowling balls and all!