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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, February 20, 2011

There's No Place

Too many nightmares and not enough daydreams
Too many monsters and not enough knights
Home is no sanctum when your house is haunted
Her room was not safe when she turned out the lights.
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Too many closets and not enough windows
Too many corners and not enough space
Too many shadows and not daylight
She couldn't wait to get out of this place.

Trying to shove her past in a suitcase
Deciding what  to leave behind
Every possession she owned felt tainted
She hoped that her future would be more kind.

submitted for Poetry Potluck, Week 2/20/11

2 comments:

Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

Oh wow... yeah, home is no sanctum when your house is haunted and her room was not safe when she turned out the lights...

The last part, trying to shove her past in a suitcase, deciding what to leave behind... Hmmm, sound so much like me, as to what I am struggling to do these days.. ;)

Great write and well-expressed.. Your poem sure made it to my brain this week.. :)

Here is mine though, which I hope you have the time to read it.. http://www.tingtasy.com/2011/02/collections-of-tings-poetry-tpf109-that.html

belladonna23 said...

i know this feeling oohh too well