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There are times
to get away from rooms
that are lived in by
humans
even if they are, or especially
if they are, as they say,
rooms with character.
rooms with character.
A bare room with white walls and a window,
never lived in, is all.
Don't mind
cellar spiders with
spindly legs
watching delirious
moths
knocking themselves on
the tube light.
Lizards darting around
flicking their tongues
at flying spots.
Don't like musty; open the windows.
Don't like dusty; sweep and mop.
Shower.
It is a warm still
night.
Switch off the lights.
Sit on the red oxide floor
facing the window, naked,
like a Botero
painting.
Sip the wine straight from the bottle
Feel the weight of it on the wrist.
Swigging would be easy and quick.
but it's a leftover from our last
evening.
But that's not why I sip.
I am ruminating.
The stars overwhelmed by
the ambient glow thrown
up by humans.
I lick the mouth of the bottle.
Sniff deep at the remnant fumes.
Lie down on the
floor.
Let the bottle roll off.
Feel the light breeze
beginning to stir the leaves outside
Let the bottle roll off.
Feel the light breeze
beginning to stir the leaves outside
shifting the humid air inside.
I turn on my side and
fall asleep
with my arm folded
under my head.
I rest easy in empty
rooms
not colonised by human
minds.
© 2020 Padmavani Karkera
Written in response to Poetics: Make some room at https://dversepoets.com
Nice lines: "The stars overwhelmed by
ReplyDeletethe ambient glow thrown up by humans."
after parting the loneliness can be overwhelming... sleep might be the best cure.
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