The White Room

by UrbanNomad

Published May 24, 2012

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It is not linen or faded wallpaper
that clears my spirit here.

Not the brushing of the trees
or the crashing of the heart.

I dream of the place
I work for the place
I would endure for a place

to go in peace
to work at the fractures of myself

and meditate solely
on the absence of everything bad

everything White Room.
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dewdrop wrote a review Review · May 26, 2012

This is really great poem. Its short and sweet.But i think there is a typo on the first line it says "It it not linen or faded wallpaper", i don't know whether the second it is intended or not. Also, the structure is a little uneven - some lines begin with capitals and some with lower case letters, maybe that's how you wanted it. But overall a meaningful and amazing piece of poetry!! :D



Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening