Wednesday Prose Poem: the rooms have us

Joanna Vang
May 5 · 2 min read
Image by Prawny from Pixabay

Some rooms are becoming too loud, tempted not to follow solid pauses, I imagine most people listening have this cringey feeling, they rarely take care of their needs and misshape their housework. There are questions disguised as crazy rhymes which sound more like a paradox. Their point of view has expanded to fill the empty spaces with new unnatural sounds. And half a glance at the aesthetics pointed to an uncontrollable duration that gives a dramatic effect on the meaning. What do you imagine? I’m curious about your thoughts. Silence in your eyes confesses…perhaps nothing. We have run blind in the mind, and yet not stopping, not even overwhelmed by the deeper silence, a silence beyond silence. We haven’t witnessed the undertone, yet with common practice, we try to fit in the vacuum, we harness an insidious repeating cycle to provide safety.

Already feel fascinated with rich attempts of a winning answer — oh I dare not gaze upon your face — just be sure your tone of voice is naturally conversational and practical.

Joanna Vang 2021

Many thanks to J.D. Harms and the Scrittura team for the Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: the rooms have us.


Poetry, Prose, and Nonfiction.

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