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surrounded by shades of white
ceiling, walls, the row of doors
even the speckled vinyl
beneath her sweeping feet
quietly lacks color
she leans forward on stiff arms
curling her fingers around
the cushion on this metal chair
swinging her legs and humming softly
she doesn’t remember why she is there
but it seems a room for waiting
so she does
Dark Angel 
A lot of people are waiting, waiting for they don’t know what.
I got in on the voice thing too! *stix out tongue*
Is that from a song CB? Off to find your voice…
so hard if we give in to that passiveness, not really sure what brought us there and not sure why we’re staying.. i had moments like this…time to smash the doors and walk out….
I had a moment too… my life.
waiting….not my fav place to be at all…waiting rooms are only good for people watching in my opinion…ha…it seems so barren though in your words….nice to hear your voice as well…smiles.
The girl was not anxious though… I hope I conveyed that?
Mysterious… yet relaxing… surprisingly difficult emotional juncture achieved by the Narrative. It doesn’t even feel ambivalent or oxymoronic, but natural. Well writ, chickadee
Thanks Luke. I just saw it and tried to write how it appeared in my head. Don’t know what it’s supposed to mean. Unless it’s just “chill sista”.
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oh, wonderful. simple yet the undertones swirl! beautiful reading as well.
Thanks Sheila, I’m glad you like it. š
For some odd reason, I felt a bit panicked trying to imagine myself in that room. I think I’m used to having days filled with things. Nothing to do in this place but wait. I would be restless and not so calm like the one in your poem.
There is an adjective game where you are supposed to describe an all white room, with no doors and windows or chair though. After you come up with your descriptive words you are told that is how you view death.
I have a sense of this room, and all who have gone through. It is a wonderful description, a calming place, and a place to wait, for yourself to come through.
I like your take on this. Thanks thatsallfolks!
Very late to the party here DA, sorry—I think Untitled is a pretty damn good title for this, though I normally find it a bit unimaginative–but that’s the whole point for me here–no color, a place where everything is waiting to be imagined, stillborn. Os so I read it.
Hi hedge! I was a afraid naming it would draw a conclusion for the reader as to what the room represents. I didn’t want to do that.
Oh boy, that second stanza. White has a way of holding you in place like no other “color.” Brightness makes you want to dance, but white makes you behave and face forward.
I think white is religion.
Or Swiss cheese. Definitely one of the two.
Can I have the cheese please!
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