The White Room

again
there it is
it comes
with lucifer’s darkness and her fall
just outside the door.

Here in The White Room
without colour
there is protection, there is rest.

And stagnation dwells as peace
in her space
A Room of one’s own
at subsidy, at what cost?

the forbidden cycles
from one room to another
moving to find the white space
the white room, again
there it is again
stricken
pure white light

the place where a poet
knows their bottom, on a chair
flexing the verbs, the haven
of lifetimes coming through the past
top for bottom and bottom up

it always begins with
it always ends in
The White Room

Sonia Di Placido 05/10

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