Dream 2.0
The red door dares me to come closer still,
to touch its handle, press down, step inside,
although its color screams entry denied,
I cannot resist the lure, and the thrill.
Fingers on icy cold brass feel the chill,
as my need to know and my fear collide,
I pull back my hand, but my feet abide,
and instinct to flee fights unbending will.
The door flies open, warmth invites me in,
all I can see is a flickering fire.
Shadows dance on your lumine
To put it in structured sentences, poetry for example, helps sorting through things/thoughts/pain/joy. At least for me. I guess this just needed to be said. Out loud. I'm with Val, my first thought was you definitely needed a , even though I just came in from the rain and still drip on the floor.
As long as there is a dog you might be alone, but not lonely. I'm glad the poem reminded you of a good thing.
Thank you for reading and reviewing, Tim.
'When I looked for translations of "solitary" in my (Dutch) dictionary I found more than twenty different meanings.' I love that you're doing such things. Solitary for me is ambiguous. Sometimes it's self chosen, or at least you think so, but maybe you wouldn't mind some special company also.
I'm happy it felt positive to you. Thank you, Peter.
Solitary
The room is crowded and
I can feel your presence here.
Your stillness vibrates through me,
the void a rolling sea.
No sound screams in my ear
Until I hear
a whispered solitary
Vast halls echo silence
when I climb those many stairs.
Open doors are mouths gaping
Drapes like monsters shaping
Light through mirrors flares
And its glares
a bright, white solitary.
Blind windows show the sky
I can feel the sun’s cold rays.
Sweating I stretch out my hand,
touch the snow-c
I'm curious as to what brought you to write this' I'd rather not say. But seeing how you feel about posting your poetry, which I liked very much btw, I already got part of it.
For me black is linked to beautiful things, feelings and experiences, no bad things at all.
Thank you dugh, for whispering my poem.
Back
A hesitant step, much too small,
to be seen.
A quiet word, not enough,
To be heard.
A deep breath, an inner push:
Naked in the light.
Even though fully clothed,
He shivers.
Goes back to the safe place,
Black, as it is his nature.