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“Rooms”
He settled back
into a beat-up
Lazy-boy chair
the handle
that raised
the footrest
was missing
and had been
replaced
by a pair of
vice grips.
His roommate
was having friends
Over,
It was Friday afternoon
they both had
the next two days
Off
but he wasn’t
feeling it
Today
so he retreated
to his room
and sealed off
the rest of the
outside world,
He had days
where everything
just felt
too much
an overload
to his senses
Today
was one of them.
He wasn’t
Depressed
Lonely
or Sad
but he did know
once he shut
that door
and he had
all four walls
protecting him
from all the
unwanted thoughts
clouding his mind
He would get a
sense of calm
allowing his mind
to open up,
Showing him rooms
Their
that would be
Locked
and inaccessible
to him
at any other
Place.
He would find
Himself
blindly looking out
the window
as he went from
room to room
in his mind
checking door
after door
hoping to find
the kind of
wonders and
imaginary
locked away
in his semi- conscious
mind
that he could
only get to
when he was
safely locked away
in his
Room.
He would pull
out his pen
open up his
notebook
turn to a
completely blank
Page,
And then he would
begin to try
and straddle
that fine line
between the
semi-conscious
World
and conscious
One.
Looking for unlocked
Doors
to unexplored
Rooms
and when he
finds one,
he would enter
armed
only with
a 39-cent
black pen.
He sees a door
up ahead
bright light
streaming out
from all around it
he puts his
Shoulder
up against it
as he turns the
Knob
and tumbles into
the room.
He finds himself,
Watching her
as she throws
freshly washed
Linens
over a clothes line
her light summer
Dress
softly blowing
in the wind
the mid-morning
Sun
shining brightly
behind her
showing a full
Silhouette
of her form,
As the strong
rays of light
at times
make the summer
Dress
seem to disappear.
He wants to
look away
feeling guilty
for turning
such an innocent
Scene
into something
More
but she has
such unspoken
natural beauty
that instead
he starts to
move closer.
He is down wind
of her
as he approaches
the light breeze
bringing him
the smell of
salt from the
Sea
and her body
mixed faintly with
her perfume.
He’s much closer
Now
afraid he’ll
frighten her
he calls out
to her,
As she turns
to the sound
of his voice
a sudden gust
of wind
blows the sheets
Up,
Momentarily
blocking his view
and as the wind
Dies
and the sheets
Settle
she is gone.
He hears the
Sound
of a door
Slamming shut
as everything around
Him
starts to dissolve.
He crosses back
Over
to the conscious
World
and finds himself
looking down
at the still blank
page,
he begins to
Write,
“The sun accented”
“Her natural”
“Beauty”
Trying to hold on to
his semi-conscious
Day Dream
as he transfers it
with his 39-cent
black pen
to the page
before him,
An hour later
the summer breeze
in the beautiful girl’s
World
has taken hold,
As he dots
the final period
behind her world’s
setting sun.
He hears a girl’s
Laughter
coming from
the other room
he gets out
of his chair
puts on a clean
Shirt
as he’s drawn
to the female
frolicking
just outside of his
door
and as he
Opens
his door
unsealing his
Room
from the outside
world
the faint smell of
perfume
and
salt from the
Sea
drift into his
Room
and a girl
he’s never met
but feels like
he knows
looks up
from her
beer,
and Smiles…
Tom Allen…06-26-2017…
He settled back
into a beat-up
Lazy-boy chair
the handle
that raised
the footrest
was missing
and had been
replaced
by a pair of
vice grips.
His roommate
was having friends
Over,
It was Friday afternoon
they both had
the next two days
Off
but he wasn’t
feeling it
Today
so he retreated
to his room
and sealed off
the rest of the
outside world,
He had days
where everything
just felt
too much
an overload
to his senses
Today
was one of them.
He wasn’t
Depressed
Lonely
or Sad
but he did know
once he shut
that door
and he had
all four walls
protecting him
from all the
unwanted thoughts
clouding his mind
He would get a
sense of calm
allowing his mind
to open up,
Showing him rooms
Their
that would be
Locked
and inaccessible
to him
at any other
Place.
He would find
Himself
blindly looking out
the window
as he went from
room to room
in his mind
checking door
after door
hoping to find
the kind of
wonders and
imaginary
locked away
in his semi- conscious
mind
that he could
only get to
when he was
safely locked away
in his
Room.
He would pull
out his pen
open up his
notebook
turn to a
completely blank
Page,
And then he would
begin to try
and straddle
that fine line
between the
semi-conscious
World
and conscious
One.
Looking for unlocked
Doors
to unexplored
Rooms
and when he
finds one,
he would enter
armed
only with
a 39-cent
black pen.
He sees a door
up ahead
bright light
streaming out
from all around it
he puts his
Shoulder
up against it
as he turns the
Knob
and tumbles into
the room.
He finds himself,
Watching her
as she throws
freshly washed
Linens
over a clothes line
her light summer
Dress
softly blowing
in the wind
the mid-morning
Sun
shining brightly
behind her
showing a full
Silhouette
of her form,
As the strong
rays of light
at times
make the summer
Dress
seem to disappear.
He wants to
look away
feeling guilty
for turning
such an innocent
Scene
into something
More
but she has
such unspoken
natural beauty
that instead
he starts to
move closer.
He is down wind
of her
as he approaches
the light breeze
bringing him
the smell of
salt from the
Sea
and her body
mixed faintly with
her perfume.
He’s much closer
Now
afraid he’ll
frighten her
he calls out
to her,
As she turns
to the sound
of his voice
a sudden gust
of wind
blows the sheets
Up,
Momentarily
blocking his view
and as the wind
Dies
and the sheets
Settle
she is gone.
He hears the
Sound
of a door
Slamming shut
as everything around
Him
starts to dissolve.
He crosses back
Over
to the conscious
World
and finds himself
looking down
at the still blank
page,
he begins to
Write,
“The sun accented”
“Her natural”
“Beauty”
Trying to hold on to
his semi-conscious
Day Dream
as he transfers it
with his 39-cent
black pen
to the page
before him,
An hour later
the summer breeze
in the beautiful girl’s
World
has taken hold,
As he dots
the final period
behind her world’s
setting sun.
He hears a girl’s
Laughter
coming from
the other room
he gets out
of his chair
puts on a clean
Shirt
as he’s drawn
to the female
frolicking
just outside of his
door
and as he
Opens
his door
unsealing his
Room
from the outside
world
the faint smell of
perfume
and
salt from the
Sea
drift into his
Room
and a girl
he’s never met
but feels like
he knows
looks up
from her
beer,
and Smiles…
Tom Allen…06-26-2017…