In This Tiny Room

Day 28 NaPoWriMo


Today’s (optional) prompt is brought to us by the Emily Dickinson Museum. First, read this brief reminiscence of Emily Dickinson, written by her niece. And now, here is the prompt that the museum suggests:

Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her aunt’s cozy room, scented with hyacinths and a crackling stove, warmly recalls the setting decades later. Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life



‘Twas a small space, tiny little room
of soft pillowcases and white silky sheets
the warm-cool breeze coming between gaps
of window panes and door, I assume


the touch of warm yellow wall paint
adds depth to the feeling and imagination
a small writing table serves as a workstation
of lingering thoughts and a creative stint


quotes of world’s greatest minds and poets
pasted on the board of “dreams do come true”
and random pictures of scientific breakthrough
just  beneath the bed across the closet


‘Twas in that tiny little space room
that what-ifs and hows born and happen
of never “thought about it” until then
‘Twas as a silent witness along with sweet perfume


first tears were shed, and waves of laughter were heard
unspoken words of kindness and compassion
the rhyming of poetry, written without hesitation
’tis tiny room, dreams, and aspirations were tattooed

Published by michnavs

Philippine-born Michelle Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia. Michelle authored the book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars” for PWW during their Million Stars campaign. Graduated with a Master of Education majoring in English in the Philippines, Michelle was a former college professor, teaching literature, speech & oral communication, creative writing, drama, and theatre arts. Michelle is active in her writing profession and works as a freelance creative writer. Michelle passionately blogs at, where you can find her prose and poetry on love, life, motherhood, and her advocacy on abuse and violence. A published author on Spillwords NYC Her poem “Again” is published on three platforms, on MEDIUM -an International Writers and Readers Space, AFRICA WRITERS CARAVAN, and at WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. kindly go check the following links – –

48 thoughts on “In This Tiny Room

  1. Oh, what a wonderful, creative prompt…and you created a wonderful poem, SweetMich!
    I can picture the room in my mind!
    Rooms can hold so many memories!
    I especially love when a room can be the setting where poetry is born AND poetry can “decorate” that room and fill it with scenes, emotions, memories, etc.!
    (((HUGS))) 🙂


    1. Thank you Kamal…it was also wonderful remembering those small details ..the room that was a silent witness to my poetry reading and screaming and impersonation of all the great literary poets …lol..


  2. Mich, I love this poem so much 🙂 I could really imagine and feel how that bedroom was like, and you really depicted how important a single room can be for a person’s life well!! I agree, your bedroom can almost become a reflection of you ❤


  3. Love the quotes on the wall, the yellow and white for clarity and purity. And the overall feel of your poem is one of a young woman’s dream and ambition. I think I was a flake of psint on your wall. Love this beauty of a poem.


    1. Thank you Gina…twas really really fun writing it. Every verse brings back memories as a kid. That room was the silent witness to my silly theatrical acts and poetry reading and declamation
      My mother was my coach whenever a join a competetion, but it was in that tiny space that i say perfected the craft and injected my own interpretations of the pieces my mother wrote..and she would be surprise to witness me incorporate my own.


      1. I can so picture that. A room is a sanctuary, a place to be little women. And look what a gorgeous hunan you have become. ❤️😍❤️😍


  4. Such a beautiful poem full of heart and soul….. bringing back memories of warmth and a feeling I think of being secure… 🙂 I remember my bedroom as a child… However I had to share it with my three other sisters, two in a bed, until I was 18 when we got bunk beds for me and my next sister down… 🙂 It was only when I got married aged 20 I had the luxury of feeling a bedroom was my own…. 🙂
    So pleased your tiny room brought you those memories Mich..

    Love and Hugs my friend.. ❤


    1. Ahhhh thank you Sue..i think regardless of the kind of space we have when we were young; that space had contributed a lot in moulding us and in preparing us as we become adults…😊😊😊

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