we stand in the doorway
of a lingering dream
to reach
a close space of four walls
with a roof overhead
called a room
to shelter us
from a sneering world-
the full moon in the open
with its icy touch is deadly to us-
let all open space be theirs,
the sky, rivers, oceans, mountains and all-
let them eat the moon, stars and the sun
with their everlasting hunger
for more-
this dream of ours
will carry us to our own door
someday-
we carry on weaving
this hope-
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let all open space be theirs,
the sky, rivers, oceans, mountains and all-
let them eat the moon, stars and the sun
with their everlasting hunger
I love these lines. So bleak and powerful.
The dream of owning a roof on our head is a wish we all have and but sometimes some peopel are not fortunate.
the icy moon with its deadly touch is a haunting image!!
Being homeless is tough. And that in both ways, being literally homeless or feeling homeless. I like the images you use, the moon with its deadly touch being one of my favourites.
a sneering world, an icy touch!
I claim that personal room, too, from which an opening is possible NO MATTER WHAT!
Bravo! Although the tone is sad. Bravo!
What a beautiful little dream, “A Room of Her Own.” What women want.
I have lost the roof over my head and don’t want it to happen again. Anyone can be laid off after a decade or more of working and when you can’t find another job you’re lost. It’s debilitating because those willing to work can’t. They “can’t” because companies don’t want to hire permanent when they can get you for free and take a part of your paycheck. That’s what job hunters do. Sickening!
Interesting poem…Letting those outside consume what they will. Also interesting to think about eating celestial bodies.
I love “let all open space be theirs, / the sky, rivers, oceans, mountains and all”. So beautiful, Sumana.
Breathtaking. Especially these lines:
“let all open space be theirs,
the sky, rivers, oceans, mountains and all-
let them eat the moon, stars and the sun
with their everlasting hunger
for more-“
This poem is a beauty, Sumana. I especially like the lines:
”let them eat the moon, stars and the sun
with their everlasting hunger
for more’.
The plight of the homeless is deeply distressing.
Your bleak write sent a chill down my spine Sumana, this telling of the strength of your words.
I have been poor – many moons ago – but never homeless. I can’t imagine the despair when there appears to be no end in sight. May the dreams come true, but as long as humankind is as selfish as (we) are, I don’t think they will for many…
Anna :o]
Homelessness is a terrible plight especially in first world countries where there is no excuse for it..We will pay a price for all this greed and indifference to suffering.Powerful poem.
And yes…we must keep this hope!
How effective this poem is about the failure of mankind to meld comfortably into this world without destroying it. You may have not meant this but I see all around me Thw wanton disregard to maintain the world and it inhabitants; the fauna, the flora and of course the seas and icecaps all suffering from our abuse.
This is very good. The words ring true and I hear the music. And I know the dream.
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