Through the corridors
of distant dreams
I wander endlessly,
among the mute reminders
of promises that I forgot
and lost ambitions
from another world.
As ancient timbers settle
they seem to punctuate my thoughts
and every knot hole is an eye
to watch me fail.
Somewhere in this tangled place
there is a door
that leads to better things
and in the sunlight
I will clear my mind
of bitter memories.
Author notes
I will close the door
and leave the past alone
to stay within those oaken walls
where others of their kind
have turned to dust.
A contest entry
- Free Verse...But by masterblaster.
390 points, ended April 15, 2007, 28 entries
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Hi, it is facinating to see all the different topics that can come out of a pic, lovely poem, reminded me of some personal moments I have had, liked this very much, all the best in the comp, I hope to finish comments and judge this on Sunday, if nothing comes up,lol, hugs Di
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Lovely...haunting...
Ohhhh, this is wonderful, Poet, healing and confronting and accepting...the whole spectrum...this free verse can easily stand beside your rhyme, it's excellent. I will read this one again and again. Peace, Rhonda -
I like this a lot..it's very poetic..well wishes in the contest.
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O how beautiful, this is great really great!!
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That was beautifully written...the knot holes watching you is kind of creepy but a great metaphor and image to think about. The past is not always easily forgotten, it is part of our being and makes us what we are today. For some, it makes them more cold and others more passionate and caring. I believe you are the latter not the first.
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