Reflection

The dusty attic is my retreat

The corner is my favorite seat

The droning lullaby with aromatic beat

Sleet, frozen frosting sleet

Is the conqueror of my retreat

The narrow moments hug my feet

I gaze and illuminations I meet

I open my heart to the worthy fleet

And adorn it like the royalty suite

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

The rhymes give this a toe-tapping effect while your words dance upon the page right into that royalty suite.

[B.L.K]

Wow! The descriptions I would have to say is amazing. It makes me feel nostalgic, yet at the same time it gives me a happy feeling.

[Wendy Karasin]

So catchy, something about this poem pulls me in, i really like it.

[H.M. Eccher]

Have you considered removing the capitalization at the beginning of some lines to increase the flow? Just a thought :) I love your rhymes and the beautiful imagery!

[Joyce S. Greene]

I can see your sitting in a corner of your attic hearing the sleet on the rooftop and dreaming lovely dreams. Perhaps you were a child at the time, perhaps an older woman. Very well done, Latifa.

[Neon]

Cool, Nice poem. I enjoyed the Rhyme. The feelings're well penned into words. Keep writing.

[Latifa]

thank you dear friend for the read

[Mike Emil]

rhyming is good
almost as good as fresh tacos
and salsa
HAI!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem a lot. We need a place to relax and think. The dusty attic would be nice and quiet. I like how you described the attic. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

up in the attic a special place for many your private space from the world
where you can be whom ever you choose for the day