MERE XVII

The weather is perfect

To write a poem

While the rain pours incessantly;

Loud thunders roar,

With only two lights lit,

Four ceiling fans rotating

From above in room 204.

And a friend in front, doing something.

Earphones on

Hearing 'something stupid' repeatedly

While cheeks leaning on fore palm,

With eyes merely staring blankly 

At the windowsill,

Unaware that the guard already locked the door!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the story and the desire in the poem. Good to be able to write poem or story in the rain. I like description and the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Seanne Tholltree]

thank you :)

[Amata Luna]

*smiles*

Whenever I read your MERE series, another part of the picture already comes into my mind. And with such clever way of describing your place, you never fail to bring me to wherever you are. This is such a nice piece. Simple and cute coming from you.

[Seanne Tholltree]

thank you :)

[Gene Hiccup]

haha,,very nice, it looks nonsense at first reading but leaves the reader a light and wonderful feeling after..

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A touching and clever piece.

[S. Michael Long]

i love this.. i really like how you rhymed with room 204 (: well done -s

[CHRIS ANDES]

haha,silly friend =]

[AndyJCash]

I like the poem from 'With only two lights lit' onwards. The first four verses seem a tad too cliche for me. Past that the poem is really great and thought provoking. Still wondering whether the guard is metaphorical or physical! ^.^

[MoriartyMesa]

I love the coloring and text, it brings the reader right in to a hotel room and the flow was amazing if not down right emotional and humble.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice imagery.