From The View

From The View

A Poem by Yoli

Of what stings, and brings stiff
Air in the room. 

Room is small of fifteen years. 

Bruise in walls, paint that did not come 
with the bruises 

The White is spread, not spared of 
the many words that did not come
from the guard,
Smudged brush grey of years that did not swell 
of swaths that did not stack. 

The Desk is by the Church from the Window
of Wood that is not wood
disassembling in spite of being
unable to rot. 

And what rots and ripples by years of 
rains left open from the Window,

Is the Map, on the desk. 
It sticks damp papers under, 
the heart, festering harvest. 

The clock of the Room is the Church  
standing by the void, 
thick toc tricks on someone, slowly, 
(slowly slowly)
slowly 
loosing lungs.

© 2024 Yoli


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I have only just spotted this new poem, but pleased that I did.

In different verses, I felt reminded of the passage of time. It seemed as if the writer was referring to a room, either within a church building; or within sight of that church (through a window).

I could almost feel that mix of mustiness and isolation, within a historic church building; whilst both time and decay continue to both progress (inevitably and perhaps unstoppably so).

That festering map on the desk, could be representing a moulding heart also; decaying along with it.?

I admit that I am largely speculating, with a few of my thoughts about this piece. And, vaguely remember that you have some philosophical background in relevant study; which means that your poetry reflects this to an extent? Yes, I remember some time ago, when you first joined this site; that you referenced this philosophy in your profile (although you have adjusted it since then). So, it's inevitable that some of my interpretations may differ from your own.

Church buildings have great historical significance, of course; both in your country and mine (and beyond). They also hold a significant place, in some gothic and supernatural literature; which I appreciate. But, I digress.

Thankyou, for writing and sharing.



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