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:
“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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I enjoy the Goldilock’s view… but as a bear, I must insist on my right to my own bed.
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LOL. A king-sized bed is plenty big for two, even if one is a bear.
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such a well-written poem and lovely way you decorated this room for the reader to visualise so readily – no wonder Goldilocks was drawn to it
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Thank you, Laura 🙂
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I looked up vervain. Can you perform magic in that enchanting(enchanted?) room?
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I’m taking that as a rhetorical question.
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What a vividly crafted room.
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome
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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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I just went out to find it and am linking it here so other readers can see what you’re talking about.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/05/sunday-muse-109.html
I can see where my poem could be tweaked to apply to this photo, as aspects of one’s personality. Very nice, thank you for pointing it out, Beverly!
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That was fun, Lisa. I could so easily picture this room.
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Glad you enjoyed the poem, Dale. Are you writing one for the prompt??
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I did and… I did!
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Alright! Going to look for it right now.
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Kewl…
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Such a perfect tour of a magical room. One can see how Ms. Goldilocks would have to dally and fuss with things.
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Of course, Glenn. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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a magical poem from a real life goldilocks …. so vividly and poetically portrayed!
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Kate, thanks for the lovely comment.
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my pleasure Lisa!
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Room … and cave … both sound like lovely places ‘just to be.’
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❤ 🙂 Yes.
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It still seems to me, and I don’t mean to cast aspersions, and innocent until proven guilty, but Goldilocks sleeps around. And why not, what a magical room you have painted here for her. Just right.
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Never thought of her that way before, but now that you mention it — and with bears, no less! Glad you enjoyed the poem, D 🙂
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A fairy tale room made for dreaming. Anything can happen. (K)
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Exactly, K 🙂
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I like how the room is a stage set for dreams and “squared with art”.
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Thank you, Frank 🙂
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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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Kim thank you for the wonderful comment ❤
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You’re more than welcome, Lisa!
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This is gorgeous Jade, beautiful writing
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Thanks, Jude 🙂
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This sounds like a nice place for a long winter’s nap.
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🙂
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That ending is wonderful A cozy and sweet poem! Dreams come in all shapes and sizes.Thank you for joining us at the Muse!
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Thank you for your lovely comment, and you are welcome!
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Oh, I love this Lisa!
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Thank you, Linda, glad it struck a chord with you.
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Magical room of love. Gorgeous poem, Lisa!
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Thank you, Sara 🙂
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Love both the poems….and especially love that second image!
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Lillian, so glad you enjoyed them ❤
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