Study in Blue

 

This is your room, a man’s room.
Tall bookcases line the long wall,
(opposite the fireplace with gas logs
you installed when it became too
cumbersome to chop and carry wood)
books in rows or stacked atop each other,
leather-bound, hardbacks, paperbacks,
in odd sizes and colors are stuffed untidily
in ordered disorder. And thus they shall remain.
A faded dun leather chair with well-worn
arms and seat sits near the hearth, light
from the broad windows streaming in behind.
A sanctuary, a library, an office and retreat,
warm, serene, with Mac Baren Vanilla Cream
clinging to every warp and woof, fiber and thread.
You are this room. This room is you. I am bereft.

dverse Poetics – Room With or Without a View Posted by
“I think it will be kind of fun to reflect on ‘rooms’ or ‘a room’ in poetry.”

 

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  1. Your poem had me wonder whether you were evoking your father’s library. It reminded me of my grandfather’s study.

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  2. I nearly gasped when I read those last three words. The best thing Mum ever did was move house after Dad died.

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  3. The last 3 words really changed the wonderful scene of a room containing a life to the harsh fact that the lead character is missing… yet somehow remaining… bookshelves are so important.

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  4. I was relaxing so very comfortably in the room you were ‘painting’ until the very end…when I realized it was really a poem of mourning for the person who was gone. Interesting how after a person is gone their places have a different feeling completely. Your poem shows this!

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  5. …..your description…..this room is alive…..and then the ending. The difficulty of the soul of a room leaving us….we are left with the space. Beautifully penned.

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  6. Oh, that last line. My heart. So well done, Debi.

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  7. oh those last three words created such void….

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  8. Em

    This is top-notch poetry. I thoroughly enjoyed my readings.

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  9. This is so wonderful. There are definitely rooms that evoke the memories of those we have loved and lost.

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  10. Yes, the poem has a great end line and the build up of the room makes the being bereft a shock, as it is in life.

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  11. That ending line was a shocker ~ I can smell & see the details of the room ~ Really well done Debi ~

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  12. The room sounds so cozy and where all manner of manly duties were taken care of in there. The essence of “him” was so clearly described in his books, chair, hearth. An empty room feeling even emptier at the end…well done.

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  13. You told so much of your love of your father through this description. Beautiful!

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  14. I am bereft … closes the piece so well.
    Randy

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  15. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

    I actually started to get it before the final words. It was when you said, ‘And thus they shall remain.’ Ah, sad! Yet beautiful too.

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  16. My Father’s den..
    decades of easy
    chair then.. channel
    6 news.. Baseball..
    Nascar.. only #6
    car Mark Martin
    and Atlanta
    Braves too..
    newest knives..
    oldest guns and
    car magazines
    fill easy
    chair
    at side..
    hmm.. i fly
    now online with
    greaTest oF ease..
    and once gain dance
    a flesh dance of
    life my
    father
    never
    ever
    felt..
    iN media
    Den oF sTills..:)

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  17. Well done, with a twist ending.

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