ROOM

ROOM

    Need to give myself

    Room

    In the quiet of my

    Bedroom

    Life filled with

    Gloom

    Feelings of 

    Doom

    Sweep it out with a

    Broom

    Hawaiian habit of

    Choom

    Shut my door 

    Cloom

    Virus affords no

    Headroom

    Disaster starts to

    Loom

    Mental fatigue starts to 

    Bloom

    My head going

    Boom

    Take a ride

    Vroom, vroom

    Go really fast

    Zoom, zoom

    No need to

    Groom

    Room

    Room

    Room

    (Explanations:

    Choom: Hawaiian word for smoking pot

    Cloom: Close in a glutinous, sticky manner)

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4 Responses to ROOM

  1. Teresa Kaye says:

    Well done. I like poetry for the power of few words to say a lot!! You capture the pandemic madness!

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  2. gepawh says:

    Speak volumes of life in a darkened moment!

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  3. leeroc3 says:

    This fits the way we really think and speak in our mind- in phrases, words. The piece makes you feel claustrophobic. Even desperate. Nice job even though poetry is not my thing.

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  4. talebender says:

    Brian Wilson could set this to music! Oh, wait…..
    Nicely done!

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