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Elizabeth Kate Switaj
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Read my latest story, "The All-Nighter", at 52|250. Rented Roomsthese walls never change
the same off-white or taupe
or sometimes lighter egg
none dare call it nude
there's dirt
the breath
of whoever lived before
lived here I mean these walls
keep us apart
from quiet
that never changes
the same gold light
through the same wet glass
same time relative
to dark
moves less than I have
and yet these walls I sleep beneath
read beneath eat beneath
& fuck & breathe
change only
to follow me
written in response to read write prompt 112: the narrative wallpaper Possibly Related Classroom Projects From
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And yet, isn’t this how we live life?; there’s change and turmoil but we are cocooned within it, the scenery ever staying the same.
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Somehow the more you move, the more it stays the same…
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Ah, the sweet-sadness and poignant resignation. So vivid.
The line “the breath of whoever lived before” speaks volumes.
Thank you.
Julie Jordan Scott’s last blog ..Before Me – Get Your Poem on #112
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The impersonal personality of it all! I love the way you’ve captured the anonymity imposed on one in borrowed space. But it is an anonymity that shifts and follows and retains all who have dwelt under those heavy, light walls.
Wonderful!
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Oh yea, I remember rented rooms, and just like that. So close, yet alone with the painted walls. Very well spoken of something so common we look right over it.
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Reading, eating, fucking, and breathing… do you often wonder how the previous renters did these? I see their echo in your poem here, and how their dwellings are all somewhat curiously the same. Maybe the landlords conspire to have it turn out that way.
Joseph Harker’s last blog ..On the Margins of Morning
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An atmospheric and quietly powerful depiction of the commonplace. Doing the job for which poems were designed.
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Aren’t we always followed by the very thing we try to escape? Wonderful poem!
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I think that’s probably so. Would that it weren’t.
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Beautiful. I too am scarred by the pale walls of rentals. The first thing I’m going to do if I ever get my own place is paint all the walls dark colours
Joanne Johns’s last blog ..Precious
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I dream of a home in which every room has different color walls: black in my bedroom, green in my study, blue in the bathroom, spaghetti sauce red in the kitchen . . .
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I really enjoyed the honesty here. Good job!
Pamela
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your siad it all..and very nicely..thanks for sharing this
ROOM OF DREAMS
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I love the disquiet (that comes to this reader) from “of whoever lived before” through to “from quiet.”
I keep going back to that section. Over again.
Deb’s last blog ..the wallpaper project
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You have been fortunate in your walls. Bland trumps processed wood product panels every day of the week.
the “read beneath, eat beneath &fuck &breathe” section works especially well. good one.
Barbara’s last blog ..Prompt and Process (but no poem)
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True enough! And any walls are better than none…
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As a long time renter whose always had a fondness for plain white and unadorned walls, I can relate. I think I keep them blank so I feel like I can pick up and leave at any time, but as you so cleverly capture here, the walls do become interchangeable so that it feels like I’m in the same place where ever I go. I really like how you arranged the poem too.
Francis Scudellari’s last blog ..Residence
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