was portioning the poses of laziness.
the tick tock dichotomy of its palpitation
in the room.
The whispering drone of an unsettling kettle
was melting the throat
of the see-through reveries of the teacups.
The bottled wine
on the rack,
satiated and replete,
leashed to its cork,
was lashing the thirst of wine glasses.
like the echoes of water on the ceiling
with the swollen yields
of chandelier's spectrums,
by the slit of the curtains
while its blooms
to the obtruding rays
of the daylight.
I was enchanted by this poem on first read, after the third or fourth reading I knew it was in my top three. In your previous comments painting and surreal were mentioned, surreal is what jumps out at me, an old worldly painting almost, capturing moments forever that a photo never could. I like that you have inserted yourself within this image in the third stanza but what won me over the most is the seductive last stanza, it hit me between the eyes. Great finish to great read.
The room has some view it just appeared in my mind as
I read it..I liked how you positioned each object giving it time
and space and taking time to describe it. Yes somewhat a painting
of "The Room"...nice!