- Books, Literature, and Writing»
- Poems & Poetry
The Room is Empty: A Poem
The Inner Voice Screams
Sometimes life’s events just lend themselves to poetry. Many experiences are so beautiful they make your heart cry out with joy. Our spirits are lifted upward by the magnificence we have witnessed, and we hope to share the feeling with others through our words. At other times situations are troubling and necessitate a more indirect expression to be processed and shared. Poetry lends itself to these darker moments, as well. Its cathartic benefits provide an outlet for the inner voice, screaming to be heard.
My inner voice is screaming today, and I wish to share the words that are demanding to be expressed. In their sharing, I offer thanks to someone who has pushed me to put myself out there with my words and images. Your courage emboldens me.
Works by the author at Amazon.com
The Room is Empty: Images
The Room is Empty
Newspapers are scattered across the floor of his living room.
Dishes from a meal he ate without tasting litter his coffee table.
A fan circulates air throughout the room, flipping pages of a nearby magazine with its steady breeze.
The room is empty.
Bottles of aspirin and antacids line the kitchen counter.
The refrigerator is empty except for milk, frozen foods, and ketchup.
The clock on the wall was never set back, even though Daylight Savings Time ended days ago.
The sheets on his bed are twisted and sweaty.
An old-style answering machine blinks three times, alerting him to telephone messages he never listened to.
The television runs, offering four hour blocks of “Roseanne,” “M*A*S*H,” or “The Andy Griffith Show.”
He sits upright in bed, resting one arm upon his knee, staring straight ahead.
His eyes are dry from lack of sleep.
He has not moved for hours, save for the rise and fall of his chest as his lungs fill with air.
A young boy’s room is next to his own, wallpaper adorned with puppies.
The bed is made—the sheets clean, white, and pressed.
A teddy bear rests in the seat of a rocking chair, arms outstretched in tender greeting.
The room is empty.
Read other hubs by and about the author
- Androids, iPods, Notebooks and Moshi: My Adventures with Technology
I bought some new toys recently. The laptop computer I used for the last five years was fading fast, and I needed a new computer to continue my work as a writer and artist. My cell phone contract with AT&T...
- Journey's End--A Poem
Im all but forgotten I live all alone No one understands me I am an unknown Lifes path leads me forward I walk without care I move toward the forest Risk on a dare ...
- What Do I Do? --A Poem
I am proud to be an artist, but I still sometimes cringe when Im asked what my profession is. I have made money through the sale of paintings and illustrations or designing a logo, but it isnt always...
- Random Facts About Mike
Random Facts About Mike. In my first two blogs, I discussed basketball. Pretty interesting stuff if you're a fan, totally forgettable if you are not. In this hub, I wish to describe myself in...
- An Artistic Retrospective with Comic Heroes, TV Characters, Portraits, Landscapes and More
As a writer and artist, there are few topics I enjoy writing about more than art. It is exciting to look back on work Ive created over the years and examine what I like or dislikeor ponder what I...
- I Am Alone--My Personal Attempt at Narrative Poetry
This hub is listed under poetry, but that is probably being too generous. Hear me out, okay? I consider myself a writer, but I must confess I admire and envy poets. When I make a stab at poetry,...