Concrete Poem Analysis

Concrete Poem
Room
A single beam of
sunlight enters my cozy
room through a vacant space
between the blinds. The two-inch, Vinyl
window horizontal blinds rustle about in the
breezy wind, the light flickers, lightning up the walls.
The cracked plaster makes up the four walls, along with
white paint that is somewhat covered in black smudges. The
texture of the four walls resembled coarse sandpaper. On the painted
white walls, there are nearly a dozen

photos of varying sizes and contents,
mostly expressing my faith and culture. A queen-size bed lay against two of the four
walls. The third wall has an object that allows viewers to see
many different things and hear familiar voices.
The fourth wall has a computer desk with an
end table lamp combo on the side. The messy
top shelf of the wooden computer desk is filled with America's
favorite strawberry twists, popping rocks that
explode in my big mouth, and wrapped tiny
squares that taste of fruits. Although the four
walls are different, they all tie perfectly together to form a house.