rooms come and go all too swiftly
when one leads a nomadic life
mostly shared rooms as a child
budget travel and then dorms
but the room within my mind is mine alone
the bars across the windows have been bent
as taming my mind became a major event
eternal chatter replays and busyness are spent
as the rooms multiply and expand
wandering at leisure feeling grand
life memories and others closely scanned
enables flexibility little planned
the physical rooms become less relevant
going with the flow lessens sentiment
living in the moment becomes prevalent
embracing diversity and change a precedent
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So true! The room within our mind is mine alone – no one can invade!
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unless we allow them, give them that energy Rita 🙂
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Yes, exactly the bits n bytes we choose to share – not a bit more, can’t be hacked like the computers…
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I made reference to the rooms within as well. Let’s hear it for living in the Now.
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Yes. Not allowing four walls to hold you back from your imagination. Wonderful.
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This resonates.
I especially liked “but the room within my mind is mine alone
the bars across the windows have been bent”
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Freedom! Your poem resonates with it (especially needed as we still try to stay inside even as some restrictions are lifted).
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thanks so much … it’s the last frontier to conquer and well worth it!
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A great sense of evolving into confidence and contentment. I like it!
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this is SOOOOOOOOOOOO good Kate! 🙂
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I’ve got to ask why the subway car in the background is all toilet paper festooned! I enjoyed your poem.
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lol just a random shot, think they were halloween decorations from memory … but liked that it was an unusual room!
Thanks for asking Judy
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So that is just a huge photo of a subway train or a real one? Did you take the photo? Can’t help. Curiosity reigns.
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Yes I took the photo sitting upstairs in a Sydney inner-city cafe … no idea why the tram is there. It is a very real tram!
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It’s a great photo for a prompt.
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Thanks Judy, I thought so!
all the photos are mine unless I say so, got a huge library … just got to find a post for them 🙂
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I can see how the physical rooms are not as relevant as the room within one’s mind.
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the physical rooms become less relevant
Indeed, relatable
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these lines resonated with me: “the bars across the windows have been bent as taming my mind became a major event”yeah, controlling impulses can sometime be very hard! and “as the rooms multiply and expand” I think as we become more experienced the rooms inside our mind multiply and expand. Beautiful piece Kate 🙂
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So true! What a great poem, SweetKate! You’ve captured this perfectly!
We remember rooms for awhile…but it’s the good memories we made, with good people, in those rooms that we remember forever. 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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yes those that make us feel welcome and accepted ❤
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Lovely poem.
And I love these last lines,
“living in the moment becomes prevalent
embracing diversity and change a precedent”
Sharing is caring either a room or a thought. When you care and pray for others even in your thoughts.
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I really liked this Kate – the rhymes are good and especially these lines
“the bars across the windows have been bent
as taming my mind became a major event”
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Agreed. Sorting our lives, with the appearance that every decision, every reaction, comes naturally.
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Yes! May our minds never be confined to the rooms that contain our bodies.
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There are so many lines of this poem that I liked! The one about taming our minds, especially! And it’s so true, nobody enters the abode of our minds and it continues to grow with memories.
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memories and experiences, it’s our sacred sanctuary 🙂
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A room of my own! So wonderfully expressed. It truly resonated.
But for some mind can be a prison too.
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ah the very reason I expound taming it … we have the power to turn that around but mental health issues do make that problematic 😦
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Nice piece!
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This is so beautifully penned! I was especially moved by this line: “but the room within my mind is mine alone”. Expressing my thoughts and feelings so concisely!! 🙂
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it is our sacred space and it can be tamed or trained to give us more peace than harm 🙂
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One of my favorite poems – My mind to me a kingdom is – makes this very point. This pandemic has made many of us reconsider what we really need and want and weigh the cost and benefit. Just as you can be alone and not lonely so to you can be surrounded by people but utterly alone. It is perspective and the presence/absence of an inner life. I do think the poets are better equipped than some folks…
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What beautiful imagination and analogies- loved it
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“but the room within my mind is mine alone”….this line strikes a chord on me. That’s my own private space and nobody gets (dares) envade it.
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Beautiful poem and profound thoughts on roomy that holds us so tightly and does not allow us to think within. We have to learn how to be silent and quieten our minds. Lovely picture Kate.
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To me, it sounds as if such a room is one you carry inside.
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Theres always plenty of space inside our mind.
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plenty and if we don’t have healthy tennants the others will just create mischief!
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Excellent poem, Kate! I love:
“but the room within my mind is mine alone
the bars across the windows have been bent
as taming my mind became a major event
eternal chatter replays and busyness are spent”
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we can do it with persistent effort!
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As usual in your poem a lot of reflection and reflection. Peace is a place on earth, but also a deeper philosophy, because peace can live in the mind. No war is also peace.
greetings
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Love this!!!!!
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Oh yes….all the rooms inside our minds. I particularly like the affirmation of the final stanza.
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“(E)ternal chatter replays and busyness are spent.”
You too, Kate? Artful expression of the unending dialogue that has accompanied me ever since I learned to speak! (Wonder what form it took before then, as it didn’t just spring from nowhere.)
Yes, rooms are great, as they’re fun, giving us much to explore and even more to learn. Now, what’s behind this door? How mysterious, how thrilling!
Best not get too hopelessly lost, though, lest the house burn while we think we’re safely stowed!
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ha sounds like that last sentence is a great description for mental health … and a reason why those with issues should be very guarded about meditating 😉
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LOVE this. Yes, the room in our minds are ours alone. ❤
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and you have learnt to discipline it in order to cope with intense pain …
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Nice 👍..
Love 💕 how your mind flow with such creativity of the room..
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Wonderful poem Kate! We find peace and happiness from within; no space from the outside can contain the contented heart. This is why we are so thrilled when we see a little flower emerge in a cracked piece of sidewalk… the beauty is all we see. And so it is with the mind…seeds of good things bring the harvest of a good life. There are always the crevices of sad moments; we must cling to the flowers and help them bloom.
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