In My Room
I am always alone.
I am never alone.
Memories steal my solitude and hover over me — foretelling and forgetting.
My room is full of noisy memories in dark of midday and in living night.
Memories of teddybears, slippers and tabbycats.
Muddy paw prints on my pillow revealed to Mom our midnight secret.
Tiger could jump so high into my window.
Christmas Eve giggles with my brother,
While Dad shook Santa bells under our window.
Father, Brother, Mother, gone. Memories linger past death.
Memories of perfume and sweat from hopeful liaisons.
Will another offer be made?
In my room The Empress guides me past the falling Tower.
The Wheel turns, the Hermit nods.
She moves me past the Chariot and the vacillating Lovers.
She looks the Emperor in the eye and wonders when his time will come.
Sweet, Seething Death.
In the morning – resurrection for all.
I am always alone.
I am never alone.
Cele said,
June 8, 2008 at 6:34 am
Wow, excellent, I love the expansive feel of this. very kewl use of the topic.
Angie said,
June 8, 2008 at 4:22 pm
I judge this to be a magnificient piece!
lynnblossom said,
June 9, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Hey thanks Cele and Angie. It was a lot of fun to write. I appreciate your kind words.
sideon said,
June 10, 2008 at 5:09 am
Lynski, you’ve given me goosebumps.
Again.
jenniphur said,
June 10, 2008 at 10:08 pm
Why does this make me feel sad and optimistic at the same time? Insightful post.