Hotel

by sibyllene   Sep 5, 2008


Heavy,
cast solid in sleep,
the dreaming heaps sprawl
ponderously
on white and tangled nests

silent as ghosts we move among them
drawing them slowly
from the dark well,
pulling them
somewhat sloshily
into daytime-
quiet specters we lurk
and out of discomfort
they lighten, become
quick, and whisk themselves away

leaving us with webs wrought with wrinkles

we pace the ranks, surveying the damage,
and move - softness building into promptness -
to rend the nests apart
stripping them clean

we are silhouetted in the murky rooms,
dark shapes against the open frames-
like Vermeer's muses, figures of
roughness and pragmatism suspended
in serene layers of dusty light

ghostly tattered and gray
trapped between a slice of light
and a layer of linen, held aloft.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Maybe one day I write freeverse as beautiful as this

    This is great work

  • 15 years ago

    by ForeverASickKid

    Wow! i love this!!! its really good!

  • 15 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Well......I get it.....'-)
    and this is the most extraordinary poetic rendering of coming forth through the twilight of dreamy awakening into day consciousness I have ever read...
    I can actually sense your inspiration and the insistant need to write this before it floated away (like dreamy insight often does)...and then, read aloud...wow!
    exquisite, absolutely exquisite.....

    It's a keeper for me...I'll be sharing with friends...

    Even though I am going to be withdrawing from this site personally, I will drop in to read Your work...

  • 15 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    I noticed that 51 people have viewed this poem and I understand why there are as yet no comments as I found this to deep for me and I could not get a jist or a thread on what you base this, it is like no 'Hotel' I have ever stayed at? It confused me yet I read it over and over and I am still confused? sorry I could not give a score even if its meter seemed okay after my fourth reading. Ray S

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