Room 126
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In room one-two-six
I sit and wait
As gentle rain
upon the glass does skate
A ceiling clear
the world below
Where soft-lit tables
in silence glow
The quiet hum
of voices near
Some lost in books
some lost in cheer
A solitary figure
turns each page
While others gather
cards engage
The laughter low
the moments sweet
The pulse of life
in soft retreat
The rain
it whispers
as it falls
The night
it dances through the halls
Outside
the world is cold and gray
But here
inside
the warmth will stay
A fleeting peace
a quiet song
Where I belong
where I belong

Dublin, double, doubt
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin streets
where echoes fall
The city’s voice
a siren’s call
Its name
a riddle
soft yet clear
A double vision
drawing near
For Dublin holds
a shadowed hue
Two sides
to every stone in view
A city split
in name and sound
Where doubts and dreams
alike are found
Oh Dublin
double in its tone
A truth that cuts
yet stands alone
Your waters dark
your skies ash-grey
Reflect the doubts
that line my way
Each step I take
the cobbles sing
Of mirrored worlds
and truths they bring
In every corner
every turn
A double meaning
sharp to learn
What is the self
but Dublin’s plight?
A shadow cast
by fleeting light
In doubt we live
in doubt we breathe
Two paths beneath
two hearts to grieve
And yet
amidst this endless pair
The city’s pulse
is strong and rare
A whispered truth
within the doubt
A song
that cannot be left out
Oh Dublin
double
doubt
and dream
Your restless spirit
cuts the stream
And though I falter
lost in sound
In your dual heart
my own is found