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dVerse — A room with potential and The Sunday Muse

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Old Art Deco Boudoir Painting Oil on Canvas - Seated Female Nude w/ Auburn Hair
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Adequate dimensions for its purpose,
Wall-to-wall closet, and two night stands;
Glass door open, breaths deep, fresh
Beige, squared with art, tolerant voyeurs

Goldilocks bed, a drawer full of toys
Blue books, cremes, and oils
Vervain, rose, jasmine mists and smokes
A stage set for dreams, awake, asleep

A corner box where green has no place
Seasoned hues, deep, a cave in fall
A place to curl, to rest, to moan
A place to share bear sweat – but no more.

 

Update:  Beverly called attention to another prompt photo this poem made her think of.  I had to see it and here it is, from The Sunday Muse:

 

“Snow White & Rose Red” art by Kerry Darlington

“Knowing how way leads on to way*,” I tweaked the original poem for this picture.

Ursa Major visited my cave one day
One night of sleep was two years’ stay
Glass door open, breaths deep, fresh
Beige, dotted with art, tolerant voyeurs

Snow White and Rose Red oscillating
Depending on occasion
Vervain, rose, jasmine mists and smokes
A stage set for dreams, awake, asleep

Burnished stone where green has no place
Seasoned hues, deep, thick with warm skin
A place to curl, to rest, to moan
A place to share bear sweat – now but a dream.

Laura Bloomsbury is today’s host for dVerse.  Laura says:
For today’s poetry  prompt I’m asking us to conjure a room or rooms in the literal, functional, metaphorical, imaginary, and/or fantastical sense.

*Robert Frost

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mother, gardener, retired government worker, observer, reader, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music!

44 thoughts on “dVerse — A room with potential and The Sunday Muse”

  5. This led me directly to the inspiration photo at Sunday Muse by Kerry Darlington, Rose Red, Snow White, and the bear, except in your story Goldilocks! Nice write.

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  13. I think a room/space of one’s own has been a desire for many (human and animal) throughout history, a place where we can be ourselves and only have those things around us that we love. Your poem reminds me a little of the song from ‘My Fair Lady’, ‘All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air, with one enormous chair…’ I love the image of a bear in a curled up in cave in fall. My favourite is the first one – the room is truly magical!.

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