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

[Pryde Foltz]

Your home should be your solace; make it yours. Lovely write.

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice rhymes. I think there's Racoons in our attic. Either that or the rats are having turf wars

[Tam Warink]

I like the vision, the picture is unique. There is also the end-rhyme rhythm that beats, incessantly, like a drum in the distance. The 9 lines form an asymmetry that ensure an off-balance grounding at the fini (the end.) If I had to freely interpret it might be this: You go to the attic to get away from it all - to think and/or write - as you sit in the corner. There is (on occasion) a rhythmic sound of sleet falling on the roof. You notice the cold where your feet are exposed and as your thoughts drift in free association there are moments of "illumination" (understanding of things) that you welcome with (open heart). You cherish these revelations and attempt to share them through transliteration and various forms of embellishment (like the royalty suite). Of course I could have gotten it all wrong. I do that sometimes. Nice one though, Ltifa.

100 aromatic beats

[Latifa]

you got it right dear friend
thank you for the share

[Sami Khalil]

"The dusty attic is my retreat

The corner is my favorite seat"

A very good rhyming poem. I like those lines which most people can relate to those conditions...Bravo

[genocide]

this is a good poem a like it

[Mr.Boffin]

like the rhyming scheme...really like the way it reads and the way it sounds!

Sleet, frozen frosting sleet

almost had trouble saying that aloud :P

[Latifa]

thank you for the read my friend I'll be reviewing you soon inshallah