Talking To A Pillow Inside Room 22 Poem by Estrellita Dedel

Talking To A Pillow Inside Room 22



I lay my hands on you; fingers intertwined
as if I am about to utter a prayer
The sky outside is quite blue
but I wish it was a little grayer
Wrapped with disinfected white sheet
you tiny, soft thing yellow
Within your fluffy stuffing
surely are spaces, you surely are hollow
You have witnessed how my muscles twitch
whenever I sleep, whenever I hallucinate
That crazy morphine side effect
is just really hard to eliminate
You've heard my scream, you felt my fear
You heard my heartbeat sound clear
I am grateful you don't deflect
the palpable sensation from one closer than near
As I fall into a deep, deep slumber
you are my sole company
I hope someday you'd learn to sing a song
that you may hum me a melody

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naida Nepascua Supnet 11 September 2011

WHERE IS ROOM 22 I AM INTRIGUED YOU ARE GOOD AT TELLING EXPERIENCES AND EMOTIONS FAMILIAR TO EVERYBODY BUT IGNORE ANG GANDA NG TULA MO MABUHAY KA

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 11 September 2011

YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU EXPRESS THOUGHTS WELL. YOU ARE GOOD AT PUTTING INTO WORDS EMOTIONS AND EXPERIENCES WHAT OTHERS LIKE US FEEL BUT IGNORE. GANDA NG TULA MO MABUHAY KA. HEY, WHAT IS, , WHERE IS ROOM 22(IM INTRIGUED)

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Anshul Gupta 19 August 2011

That was creative... I liked it a lot. I have always believed that we owe so much to these so called non living things. This poem gives them their due...

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Estrellita Dedel

Estrellita Dedel

Davao City, Philippines
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