Monday, August 10, 2015

Mimi and Mona Poetry: My Pentagon Chamber

Everyone has one, or should have one. Here are my thoughts on my own.

©My Pentagon Chamber
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved

Surely it was only the breeze
rustling the branches outside,
ruffling my notebook’s pages
as I sat on the window seat
at the easternmost end
facing another window.

A poet’s loft. Honestly,
more a euphemism
since it was the attic—
one enclosed in glass—
over a desert adobe where
sunrise drew my heart north.

This pentagon chamber,
bright and cheery by day,
serene and sensual by night
with its dark veil
at every side, in every corner,
became my own bower.

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