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There is so much--

the meat of this poem is all between the lines, all in suggestion, revealed by what is spoken, and by itself being left unspoken, as if unseen by the poet.

This is what I call poetry!

posted by Ciel on October 19, 2008 at 10:48 AM | link to this | reply

The walls are creation of your imagination as poets can never be

imprisoned in any circumstances .

posted by afzal50 on October 16, 2008 at 4:33 AM | link to this | reply

My dear Shelly

As long as you have a pen and paper handy they can sit you anywhere; nothing contains a vivid imagination my friend; potent in short form poetry and as always excellent; many blessings and thanks always

posted by mariaki on October 16, 2008 at 3:53 AM | link to this | reply

Great poem

brilliant imagery.  The first step towards leaving the sitting room is needing to leave it, when you are ready you will find you can leave... or if not then I can guarantee you will leave when you need the bathroom

posted by lionreign on October 16, 2008 at 2:36 AM | link to this | reply

I remember that room all too well...glad I got out!

 Great work, my friend!

posted by _teddypoet_ on October 15, 2008 at 10:45 PM | link to this | reply

great poem! I hate sitting and waiting rooms...you just go form one large

room to a smaller room with a klenex box! hahaha...silly doctors!

posted by Katherine_Ann on October 15, 2008 at 8:40 PM | link to this | reply

A sitting room is for sitting in?

A rose or two and from you know who! & Woof!

posted by Whacky on October 15, 2008 at 8:12 PM | link to this | reply

Shelly

The symbolism here is striking - the tension between that which protects but also  confines us, and the invitation to leave it, tempting and threatening at the same time, choices we must make but sometimes will not...

posted by Nautikos on October 15, 2008 at 8:07 PM | link to this | reply

4 walls can't hold super you are!poetry!

posted by lestate7 on October 15, 2008 at 7:00 PM | link to this | reply

I loved my grandmother's sitting room.  As children, we were not allowed in it often as it was difficult to sit still.  We were banished to the porch or the garden, or to the large kitchen for a snack.

posted by TAPS. on October 15, 2008 at 2:55 PM | link to this | reply

LISTEN FOR A KNOCK AT THAT DOOR, WHEN YOU GO TO SEE WHO IS THERE, YOU WILL HAVE YOUR ANSWERS, GOD BLESS, THANKS KENT

posted by Riversidepoet on October 15, 2008 at 2:53 PM | link to this | reply

Stirring poetry, wow. Some alluring, some opportunity, or not, the choices made along the

the way hold many yet to be seen surprises, good or bad.

posted by yellowrose55 on October 15, 2008 at 1:05 PM | link to this | reply

Illusions created by ourselves building retaining walls to try and escape the heartaches and stress. Good imagery sam. My door is open come over for a visit!

posted by merkie on October 15, 2008 at 12:44 PM | link to this | reply

Thanks for sharing...

posted by _Symphony_ on October 15, 2008 at 11:32 AM | link to this | reply

So this is my favorite poem from you.

posted by mordent on October 15, 2008 at 11:18 AM | link to this | reply

Enjoy the view from the window and then go for the door :)

posted by Lotus_Flower on October 15, 2008 at 11:13 AM | link to this | reply

In much better words you depicted some of the thoughts I expressed in today's post: decisons, decisions.Unbelievable how time and again we think along the same lines.

posted by vogue on October 15, 2008 at 10:11 AM | link to this | reply

Sometimes, sitting in a room....regardless of the desire to leave (or escape)....is the best thing to do....sit and be still, bring it back within....solve it within....stay with it until the answer comes.  Not moping....not depression as coping.....it's rearranging the inner room until the windows and doors within open and unlock and turn loose.  Of course, that's just me and what I like about a sitting room at times like these......I'm doing it myself right now, as a matter of fact.....I'm tired of do,do,doing.....

posted by Krisles on October 15, 2008 at 9:04 AM | link to this | reply

Inertia..sigh, I know it well..:)

Uncertainty, fear...singular or complex reason/s, but any and all can be shaken, once we decide to flex that first muscle.
Thought inducing and excellently flowing, Sam!

posted by PoetRaye on October 15, 2008 at 8:23 AM | link to this | reply

Sam

You'll head for the door eventually - its call is too alluring to dismiss for too long. 

posted by Troosha on October 15, 2008 at 7:51 AM | link to this | reply