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In the Darkness of a Bedroom
by Chris Sorrenti
In the darkness of a bedroom
you touch your sanity
sensing in the silence
its crystal fragility
at this time
we all become babies again
asking important questions
in a moment’s insecurity
to quickly be forgotten
in the rush of the following day
So many things
you’d like to encircle
with that special word
we call ‘mine’
right from the beginning
you’re plugged into the system
taught to achieve just that
until you find yourself
a wrinkled old woman or man
And while others exercise their bodies
waiting for the big event
you exercise your mind
knowing in the end
it’s the only thing
you won’t be leaving behind
when finally no longer needing
the darkness of a bedroom
© 1982
Inputted and revised © 2018
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05/03/2018 Posted on 05/03/2018
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/04/18 at 12:52 PM Chris, this thing about childhood/infant security in bed might well me something that pops into our heads more often than we aware or can admit. It is these lines that I love: "sensing in the silence / its crystal fragility" That says it, my friend, as much as we (or should I say, "I" ?) try to fill our consciousness with the structured activities of the day, our sanity is still fragile. I also like the images. They leap out at me. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/18 at 06:02 PM I loved the "crystal fragility" - brings to mind great beauty that breaks easily. This internal searching is so well laid out here. I also liked the word "encircle" and how you "plugged into the system." Also really like how you circle around with the last line the same as the first. Thanks, Chris. |
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