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Summary

"It's the Ceiling" is a reflective poem about the experience of moving into a new space and the introspection that comes with settling into the unfamiliar.

Abstract

The poem "It's the Ceiling" captures the intimate and introspective journey of a person as they move into a new home. The narrator describes the initial encounter with the empty halls and the curious walls that seem to judge and observe their every move. The floors creak underfoot, a reminder of the solitude that comes with a new beginning. Despite the strangeness of the surroundings, the narrator finds comfort in the warmth of the room and the embrace of the bed. In a moment of quiet contemplation, the narrator looks to the ceiling for answers to sleepy questions, only to realize that, like the ceiling, this new space is silent and unresponsive, yet full of potential for the future. The poem concludes with an invitation for feedback and a suggestion for further reading with links to other poems.

Opinions

  • The poem conveys a sense of expectancy and curiosity from the new living space, personifying the inanimate objects within it.
  • There is a feeling of awkwardness and judgment as the narrator unpacks their past in the presence of the walls and halls.
  • The creaking floors underscore the narrator's aloneness, yet the room's warmth mitigates the creeping sensation of loneliness.
  • The bed is personified as a comforting presence, acknowledging the narrator's hard work and providing solace.
  • The ceiling, silent and non-responsive, symbolizes the new and unknown aspects of the narrator's life, suggesting a need for adaptation and acceptance of the new environment.
  • The poem ends on a note of optimism, with the ceiling's silence being attributed to its newness, implying that with time, both the narrator and the ceiling will become familiar with each other.

It’s the Ceiling

A poem about moving away.

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The empty halls welcomed me, along with my boxes of the past It looked at me expectantly, Curious about this being, someone Who decided to be its company

The walls stared at me awkwardly, Following me with its eyes, Judging my personality, While I opened my packed past, Bringing it back to my present

The floors decided to creak The loudness of the tiniest shift, Reminds me of my aloneness But the room is warm, Shooing away any inching loneliness

The bed’s a blissful hug, “You’ve worked hard today” It whispered softly, “Good work” But everything is still strange So I looked at the ceiling

With the ceiling looking back at me, I ask my sleepy questions, But it’s quiet, But it’s not answering any of it, Then I realized, it’s a new ceiling after all

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