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The Closet
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The Closet |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The Closet The skeleton sets on the throne, In the chamber of the once known. His eyes, empty pockets of air, Still having the power to stare Deep into the recesses, blind, Within the framework of your mind. ...Until you puzzle out the clue, And see that he who sits there's you. How many years now has he ruled? With that crown on his head bejeweled— Hand clinched tight, through anguish and grief, To a sceptor of no relief. How many more will you kneel there? Within your halls of disrepair While tax is levied, always due, Unto he who just sits there— you! Outside the sun is shining bright, But in your mind, eternal night Casts its shadow upon your face From deep down in this sacred place. Where darkness, strife and pain still dwell, Though you tell yourself, "All is well." Until his laugh drowns out your smile, And holds you pinned the crooked while. You cringe, you scream, you curse the sky. You stare the monster in the eye— Proclaim your freedom, turn to run, But all you find's a sinking sun. There, 'pause to watch shadow take form, Until waiting becomes the norm. Waiting to love, waiting to live, Waiting to feel, and to forgive. Waiting to heal, waiting to care If you've grown tired of waiting there! But now the sun's risen again, To find you in some other when. Yet still it forms, vague in the mist, That sight that you just can't resist. The reason you will die alone, Still on your knees, before the throne. Michael Anderson |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Imagery gone stunningly surreal within the borders of this one Michael. I give you credit for being able to pen the macabre with seemingly ease. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This is such an emotive poem, the intense raw emotion is deeply moving...very dark in that closet you write of. Expressive...truly excellent poetry. |
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Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Does this skeleton sit upon the throne that mirrors our guilt, anger and regret? It certainly sits upon mine. An astonishing write in my book. We absorb the writing in our own way, be that of the writer's intent or not. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Michael, I usually read your posts but honestly do not know how to reply so just read and feel for you. I am not a person who knows deep dark. Although I have it all around me within my own family, I feel I have been blessed. My mind just does not to go to those dark places. I may be more of a Pollyanna type. I looked for the good all my life and have brought up a family beset with dark gloom and my heart aches for them. But I cannot join them or help them. They show me their best sides and I appreciate that , as I know they have held in much from me. Not able to cross over into their sad hearts all I can do is continue to hold deep feelings for each one. Know, you Michael, that someone out there on these blue pages, reads and really cares. best to you, Jo |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thank you all for the introspective replies. Redstart, the old "skeleton in the closet" addage infers at something a person buries deep inside to keep hidden. I've always assumed it to be a skeleton because it's been there so long it may as well be dead. Although every person's skeletons will, I'm sure, be different, I do believe that most derive from or drive us from some very basic, primitive emotions. Guilt, anger, and regret are three very prominant ones. I would add shame to that list to finalize the grand quartet that probably makes everyone's skeletons somehow seem almost related, if not completely interchangeable. Latearrival, I thank you for the kind words, and I fully understand. |
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