Night’s archways
leads into the meadows of the mind,
pastures filled with hidden chambers,
where the nuggets of recollection
wrapped in confessional scrolls.
Keeping their map
buried behind passive gazes,
unrevealing the tales
written in tear stained ink
as well as the language of chortle.
How the passage of thoughts
is taken in vacant stares,
flip flopping between reality
and our private paradises
once presumed would
become destiny.
It is all chained with cord
seen in glimpses of the eyes,
having a key
borrowed from fantasia’s locksmith,
preserved in the mind’s locket.
Author notes
add a line entry:
We craft the portals to our past
as vaults and closets, holding treasures and secrets,
hiding the key in our mind’s locket
A contest entry
- I have too many Points..... by McRae by nature.
1200 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is simply perfect. Thank you.
Carrie -
there is such profound quality in all of your writes my friend,
this is no exception,
always a pleasure to read
God bless you...
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I believe this is the line you added to the group poem. Very impressive....
For the contest you have to write a piece inspired by this line. I am judging tomorrow so let me know if you can write a piece before then. Thanks
Carrie
P.S. Sorry for being unclear.
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hmmm... i really like this piece but im wondering if the last word should be locket or locker... either way it works but i just feel locker fits in with the poem better... still my opinion dun mean much... ur a much better poet than me... keep up the gr8 work,
hugs,
georgie,
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well done, good luck very well worded
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A very beautiful piece and so true.All the best with this
gaylene
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This is a cool contest and this part you added is great. Good luck in this contest
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Amazing write!
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