There is a room
inside an old house
That somehow has been locked from the inside
for some time now
Within this room
the air feels stale
Layers of dust accumulate
upon long outdated furnishings
All one needs to do though,
part the curtains on the solitary window
In breaks the light of day
dispersing on the old wooden floor
How much more glorious to receive
from the inside looking out
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Even though the door is locked, I felt invited in to share the experience of illuminating revival. A warmly written poem.
Thanks John. That is what I was trying to express. Thanks for reading.
Loved the ending!
Great piece, my friend.
Thanks Rome. I was actually thinking of leaving that last line out, but I felt that it says as much if not more than the rest of the poem. Thanks for reading.
great use of metaphor…intriguing write
Thanks Gregory. I just love to get a metaphor right even if sometimes I’m not intending to. Thanks for reading.
Your words made me feel like I was in that room. I felt gloom until the parting of the curtains. Very well written.
Thanks Pendemic. I was using the house and the room as a metaphor for a person. Thanks for reading.
This poem has a nice cadence to it. It paints a warm picture in the mind.
Thanks Liv. Yes I can say I was going for that, at the end though.
At first I thought this poem was going to be something dark and sinister, but one litttle ray of sunshine can change everything, let there be light
Might be just ashort piece, but ti drew me in all the same.
Thanks, that’s what I was going for. Thanks for reading and commenting.