Analysis of the poem, with a bonus writing prompt.
Brooks, I was not planning to indulge in your prompt as I don't usually write poetry, but it scribbled itself and I really enjoyed the process. I hope you'll enjoy the outcome ;)
"It’s"
Framed, with only one chance of exit
A perimeter for me to exist
Geometric, way more rigid than
me on my hardest days
A host to the unanimated
A provider of sorts
My stage with no shows
A place where I get lost
A reminder, a gate keeper
Impermeable.
Not a flow, it prefers to stand.
A forest of bricks
All the secrets I disseminate
A kingdom with no subjects
Crumbling when I crumble
A choice of blocking life,
blocking the light.
How I tune out, zone out, blow out.
It's me, with corners,
comfortable dead ends
A song to make me dance
in circles and repeated rhythms
That we both know by heart.
That’s great! Is it… your bedroom?
It could as well be! I wrote about the broader space that home is.
Brooks, I was not planning to indulge in your prompt as I don't usually write poetry, but it scribbled itself and I really enjoyed the process. I hope you'll enjoy the outcome ;)
"It’s"
Framed, with only one chance of exit
A perimeter for me to exist
Geometric, way more rigid than
me on my hardest days
A host to the unanimated
A provider of sorts
My stage with no shows
A place where I get lost
A reminder, a gate keeper
Impermeable.
Not a flow, it prefers to stand.
A forest of bricks
All the secrets I disseminate
A kingdom with no subjects
Crumbling when I crumble
A choice of blocking life,
blocking the light.
How I tune out, zone out, blow out.
It's me, with corners,
comfortable dead ends
A song to make me dance
in circles and repeated rhythms
That we both know by heart.
That’s great! Is it… your bedroom?
It could as well be! I wrote about the broader space that home is.