This weeks Random Act of Poetry prompt is to write a poem about the living room.
The living room?
I thought the kitchen was stretch enough... :)
L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone
mentions in her post that she had nothing to say about the living room,
but the poem did.
I found similar to be true; possibly her comments led me in agreement, but nonetheless,
the poem found the words.
Thus
Living Walls
Living Walls
The walls wrap around
Loved ones, gathered
Conversations
Sometimes silent
Reading, napping
The floors hold memories
Of babies, crawling
Cartoon watching
Toys thrown askew
Laughing, crying
Closing eyes I hear
Digital programs
Soundtracks, popcorn
Ballgames, cheering
Dancing, music
Shielded, as message
That must be shared
A tragedy
When one must sit down
Hugging, holding
In contrast lights dance
Bright colors and cheer
Holidays
Presents and parties
Singing, giving
The room we live in
Grow up in, slow down in
Together
Abiding and searching
Cocooning, protected
Comments
in the living room.
Blessings to you!
“If these walls could speak of things that they have seen…of things that they remember well…Stories of love, gatherings of Family and Friends…laughter. If these rooms could talk they would share joyful tales of sunsets at dinner…of children playing hide and seek. If these windows panes were eyes, they would have seen it all…Each tear, each sigh, each hug and every smile. Every dream there is to live. If this house could show you the lives that take part within these walls…It would display unconditional love, unforgettable memories, unending moments forever tucked away…That’s what these walls would say.”
To see a pic, click here: http://princessjoyful.blogspot.com/2008/12/inside-these-walls.html
Blessings,
Joy