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In My Room #2 — The 2nd Poem in a Series
5 min readApr 20, 2020
The Second Poem in the Series of “In My Room”
In My Bed Room
By Jane Tawel
April 20, 2020
*
Prone, with geese remnants and cotton fields’ dross to prop my head,
I gaze out the small, square pane,
the portal to other territories than mine
and I watch the Lacebark Elm.
She moves her green limbs like ribbons blown by breezy-tunes.
*
The previous nights’ bacchanalia of books,
lie like drunken guests,
with spines outstretched or curled-in upon themselves.
They wait for another night of revelry,
For the party of like-minds to begin.
They have long to wait on me, their host,
The alarm clock light reads 5:45.
A.M.
*
For now, I lie between leaves and leafs,
Trees and the products of trees,
Both creations of Imaginations
Far greater than mine.
*
