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What are these walls of invisible confinement
that hold so many thoughtful mind’s at bay
allowing breezes of yesterday free passage
storms of present mentation's tearful rain
walls obscure yet impassable
no escape for those seeking tomorrow
a place to face challenges only of today
A silent pace void of footsteps
moving softly pass rooms of contemplation
each one holding emotions in bondage
though all are void of locks and keys
a self-imposed storage of upbringing
cast from others upon young minds
hoping they retain their elders concerns
Each room varies in size and shape
according to thoughts there left within
love seems to fill the largest
dedication the next in size
followed close by what’s called devotion
next door resides one’s desire
missing freely roams them all
Hate and anger hang on unseen rafters
along with jealousy and despise they bake
desperation and futility the walls ghostly pictures
hung with nails of spite and wrath
all awaiting to discourage feelings of betterment
to cause darken shrouds to cover one’s heart
leaving happiness lying by the wayside
What is this place within every mind
though it always differs in size
within some it’s a wondrous mansion
though others a closet oh so small
to all a means of individual actions
which are promoted for everyday dealings
tis nothing more than a prison of feelings
Ahhh to nicely done. Each of us has such differnt takes on things. Give someone a thought and you will be amazed at how each will write about that tought differently. We have a picture challenge sunday and I run it. I am always overcome with the minds of the poets that participate in this challenge each week with the picture I give them to write about. I put all their poems in a blog and they enjoy reading the differnt views expressed. You are so right. Each mind runs on its own track so to speak.
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kathy
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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