A Pending Soul

by Star   Apr 7, 2020

The rambling inside you continued,
while you sat in that square room
counting the frames you will
hang on the gray wall.

The warm coffee felt cold
as it pressed on your palms,
it almost lost its sweet nutty aroma.

The flowers within the transparent vase,
sank deep in the murky water.

Even the white curtains had lost their color,
for dust sat there applauding
the dark circles under your eyes.


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  • 9 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Wow star, you've just shifted to a whole new level. This is such a special piece. From the very first word to the very last lines. I could pick several favorite lines, but the white curtains' part must be the one that really hit me. This is sincerely one of the best poems I've read lately. Very inspiring.

    • 9 months ago

      by Star

      Oh wow Im truly flattered, this is huge. Thank you so much Rania ^_^

  • 9 months ago

    by hiraeth

    This is a really interesting write, on first read I imagined this room to be a 'waiting room' while their soul figures out if it's meant to go to heaven or hell. It's not that but I really like that there's a lot of open-endedness to this poem. I also read this as an elderly person moving into a nursing home and/or even a poem about the quarantine!

    • 9 months ago

      by Star

      I love second person point of view, I try to use it whenever I can and I love reading it as well. There is always this second side that I try to imagine, and it's very interesting to read how readers view it!!
      Thank you ^_^

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