The room next door.

August 13, 2010
By runtaylorrun BRONZE, Cypress, California
runtaylorrun BRONZE, Cypress, California
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The sound of stead dripping catches my attention.
Ever so softly the drops of water plink down.
There's slow jazz music wafting and waltzing through the crack in the windowsill.
And a steady cloud of blue seeps through the spider-cracks in the wall.
Its not rain, that persistent dripping.
No, it is not the sound of rain which taps my shoulder from the next room over.
A melancholy haze hovers protectively around the walls.
And from the stifled silence, a suppressed sob escapes.
I flick off the light and wander back to sleep.


The author's comments:
This poem is about being overcome with feelings of grief and aloneness. Through the poem, I tried to provide a glimpse into the feelings of a girl who overhears the private sorrows of another.

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on Jul. 28 2011 at 10:12 pm
freeflow23 GOLD, Durham, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
Saul saw Goliath as too big to kill. David saw he was too big to miss.
W.W.J.D.

Not really. I think you should try writing fiction. You have a talent and should expand on it.

on Jul. 28 2011 at 4:20 pm
runtaylorrun BRONZE, Cypress, California
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Thank you for your support! Do you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing?

on Jul. 28 2011 at 2:51 pm
freeflow23 GOLD, Durham, North Carolina
15 articles 0 photos 96 comments

Favorite Quote:
Saul saw Goliath as too big to kill. David saw he was too big to miss.
W.W.J.D.

Wow, I really like this. You did a good job of showing what you intended.




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