The White Room

by UrbanNomad
  • May 23, 2012
  • Poetry
  • Realistic · Other
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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 · Sat May 26, 2012 12:26 pm

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



As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
— Pablo Neruda