Bone at If you ONLY READ one blog this year… runs a simple meme that can either drive your creativity to the brink of greatness or mediocrity. OK, that is not true, we do the driving part, all Bone does is call on our creativity via a simple prompt. In my words, he gives us three words (usually) and tells us to run with them.
This week’s words: Forgotten — Hotel — Obscure
When you’ve read mine — and commented — then rush off and read just how creative a bunch we are…. 3WW
Opposites Attract
I sit
forgotten
in an obscure hotel.
We both,
the hotel and I,
wait to be lifted
from our disrepair,
though its physical needs
are more apparent
than my emotional.
The warmth of its memories
creeps from the tattered
upholstery, its peeling
paint, but remains unseen –
as no one dares cross the threshold.
The warmth of my smile, frozen
gently in place during glory years,
lures visitors who smack into
an engineered glass wall
that reflects only what they
wish to see.
Laws of attraction, perhaps,
but –
is it possible for each of us
to assimilate the good of the other,
for this obscure hotel (and me)
to rise to our former glory,
no longer forgotten?
MeeAugraphie
08/29/07
Thank you for reading, for not copying my words, and, hopefully, for thinking about the possibilities of living life by assimilating the good.
McLeesBogaert
12 Comments
“We both,
the hotel and I,
wait to be lifted
from our disrepair,
though its physical needs
are more apparent
than my emotional.”
What a great stanza! Stays in mind…
I love it, Gautami, when a stanza stays with someone, even if only for a moment. Thank you.
The warmth of my smile, frozen
gently in place during glory years,
lures visitors who smack into
an engineered glass wall
that reflects only what they
wish to see.
We only see what we want to see. I really liked what you did here.
Thank you, Nancy. It is so easy to just see what we want to, so much more rewarding to look beneath the surface sometimes.
Hi Marcia,
I too like that stanza, but I am taken by the notion of defenses as ‘an engineered glass wall’. You also make me think and that’s a good thing.
Rose
xo
Well, Rose, you always make me think, too…. a good thing since I love to think! And I was/am quite proud of “an engineered glass wall, I added engineered as an afterthought.
Oh, lovely! This gave me chills, particularly the image of the glass wall. Thank you for sharing this!
Chills? That makes me feel great! thanks you, This Girl Remembers!
The warmth of my smile, frozen
gently in place during glory years,
lures visitors who smack into
I actually loved what led up to the glass wall
Pia, thank you, first for telling me I had messed up my comment box! I’m glad you loved what led up to that glass wall, I didn’t know it was a wall until those words led me to it….
the whole poem was wonderful… but that first stanza blew me away…
Wow, Paisley - to blow you away the way you write, thank you.
i too am taken by the phrases:
The warmth of my smile, frozen
gently in place during glory years,
lures visitors who smack into
an engineered glass wall
that reflects only what they
wish to see.
particularly the word ‘engineered’, which hits home to me so much from years of my own frozen (phony) smile.
and thank you so much for your kind comments on my recent posts.
Greggo, you are welcome, of course. Thank you for pointing out the word engineered, it was added after I wrote glass wall, just popped in my head and more or less said, “use me or else.”
I read another 3ww almost about the same thing but it’s vastly different. You described the memory and the longing to be resurrected - very nicely.
Thank you, Lissa. I love that we all can say the same or similar so differently.
We both,
the hotel and I,
wait to be lifted
from our disrepair,
though its physical needs
are more apparent
than my emotional.
Wow. That stanza blew me away. The entire thing was really good, but that part just honestly rung very true for me… and I’m guess for a lot of people. Nicely done.
It’s so moving, Marcia. The description of the hotel and how it reflects the same disrepair and neglect of the speaker is quite powerful. Sad and wonderful at the same time. I can see how profoundly you were inspired.
Liz, I was inspired, profoundly is not a word I would have thought of, but you nailed it. I get excited when my words move someone… Thank you.
<i>We both,
the hotel and I,
wait to be lifted
from our disrepair</i>
Great stanza, Marcia. Disrepair is such a powerful word. I really like the frozen smile stanza, too. You guys ARE a creative bunch
Well, if you didn’t notice how creative we were… that would be a sad statement… grin… Disrepair feels powerful… strange, Bone, that a word that implies something abandoned or ignored could be a powerful word, but it is, I agree.
I love this poem. It is so moving. You did well on this one. =)
Thank you, Ther.