In the corner of the room there’s a cupboard with a door
And the cupboard with a door has a key,
The key to the cupboard is hidden in a drawer
And the drawer is only visible to me.
The drawer is in a chest that resides within my flesh
And it opens inwards running on two rails,
The rails are my truth and my passions since my youth,
Timely constant with a gradual unveil.
The key within the drawer, the drawer on the rails,
The rails that let the drawer in me glide,
Is silver’d and small, but, perhaps, best of all
It lets a part of me exist and live inside.
On the days when the key is needed for its task
To open cupboard up so I can see,
The rails may object, preferring circumspect,
But I oil them, they slide forth, releasing key.
The cupboard in my room is related to the drawer,
Structured from the very same tree,
It shelters life in measure, guards well all my treasures,
Is my forest in the rains, my canopy.
In the corner of the room where the cupboard with the door,
The door that calls to drawer, release the key,
Is a woman, cupboard tall, though inside she’s still quite small,
A drawer-sized child who looks a lot like me.
The child inside our chest still prefers the nest,
Snuggled in the drawer with silver key
But the cupboard in the corner of the room that we call life
Insists we open up to set ourselves free.
That is brilliant momus. I may have to get some oil out, my rails have been a bit stuck lately 🙂
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Mine too, Mark. Inward mode. Which is okay at times.
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oooh I like that! Great analogies.
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Thanks, Pam. I hope you’re doing okay. Been a bit offline on reading.x
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Things are going well. I’m about to buy a MAC computer. Things may be a little wonky for a bit.
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I remember my Mac fondly though I haven’t used one in years. I’m sure you’ll love it and be rocking it soon. Windows 8 is doing my head in on a new laptop here. Not mine but I’m getting the work of it.
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I love the repetition and the images of the drawer. Drawer and key are magic .
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Thank you, Professor. I do like my drawer and key. Sometimes too much.
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Wow, Anne-Marie, the images are so vivid. I love the rhythm of it too. You do really know how to evoke a feeling.
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Many thanks, Beth. The images were strong for me here. I’m glad it came across. I’m never quite sure.
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This is pure brilliance.
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Ah, thank you, Lisa. I don’t know about brilliance but it’s what’s in my heart at the moment. Please tell your lovely man I’ll be on that music and poem as soon as I break for the holidays and work out how to combine voice and music. I’m neglecting emails big time.xxx
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Awesome! He said ok! 🙂 🙂 🙂
I love your heart. ❤
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And I yours. You do me good. ❤
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❤
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Reblogged this on Underground Energy and commented:
Brilliant
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A brilliant introspective poem, sensitive and searching without being maudlin. This is a fine piece of writing, Anne-Marie.
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Thank you, Chris. That’s so kind of you to say so. We’re never quite sure when we hit publish and I wasn’t sure about this. I’m happy it hit the right note.
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Oh I loved this, I was sort of in Alice In Wonderland mode when reading for some reason. The repitition works well, strong and boy don’t all our rails need lubricating! 😌 x
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Alice In Wonderland mode describes it pretty well, Jen. Things large and small and a few odd characters and circumstances. WD-40 will be put to good use! 🙂 x
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all of a sudden, I have the urge to go furniture shopping
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I’m in the market for a new bed if you spot any of the luxurious king-sized variety! 🙂
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Oh, I love this! I love the rhythm and the story, though I felt it stick a little in the middle and I got thrown a bit but that could be me being sleepy.
Otherwise I think it’s a wonderful piece and I’d like to feature it this Friday if that’s alright.
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I’d be delighted for you to feature it, Jessica. Thank you so much. 🙂
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You’re welcome. I love when a poem picks you, don’t you?
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I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes, for whatever reasons, some words speak louder than others to us.
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This made me think and the more I thought the more I recognized !
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We all have an inner drawer, I’m thinking. 🙂
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