A room with purple walls
Decorated with childish hand-made posters
Exactly three anime mugs
And various knick-knacks
Of all colors…
The mis-match, the chaos, to me
Is what feels like home…
A small space to exist
And just breathe
Without worrying about
The gazes of others.
This reminds me of my daughter and her room. The last line ‘Without worrying about The gazes of others’ is so profound! Great work!
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A very nice slice-of-life piece. Enjoyed it immensely.
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So lovely. The lines: “Without worrying about/
The gazes of others” speaks to me at every age, and how that worry should have a finite end.
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Reminds me of a cosy childhood home, tucked to sleep by my mother.
I love poetry which speaks of the ordinary life and yet is so beautiful and fond. Amazing! <3 <3
A space to exist and breathe… Isn’t that what home meams to each of us? You’ve hit the nail on the head.
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Lovely line “A small space to exist.”
I like the way you put value on chaos.
This speaks to me as a highly sensitive person, of a safe space to exist and create. Well done.
Beautiful poem, the chaos being home really resonated with me. Loved it!
Every lines from here onwards to the ending just touches my soul.
The mis-match, the chaos, to me
Is what feels like home…
just a small collection of lines, a handful more of words – but the descriptions were so spot on – great poem!