What's hiding behind the door? [Found Poetry]
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The Poem
a large bare room
very bright and sunny
the southern wall a single window
nurses in white linen uniform
bowls of roses in a long row
Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World ; and, Brave New World Revisited. Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2004.
Reflection on the Poem and the Day
I don't really love this poem, but it's on point with the prompt. The thought behind it as I pulled out the words from the page is that appearances are deceiving. Many things in the poem seem positive, but I actually think the poem has this dark sinister feeling to it - why are nurses in a room full of roses? A memorial perhaps? Is that why the room is bare even though it's bright and sunny from the light streaming through the windows?
Today was definitely well described by "what's hiding behind the next door." It was a bit like one small kick after another. Nothing majorly wrong - just lots of little things that add up to a long day that has me just disconnecting from email at 9:30 p.m.
Crises like this one bring out the best and worst in people - it's as if there is no middle ground. I saw the worst of a few today which has been somewhat rare during this whole ordeal. There were many bests too, just like every day - but the appearance of the "worsts" is hard to get past. It hurts more right now.