You have become memory now
Framed in the limpid past
Held in my mind's eye
A painting hung in a dark corner
Forgotten from the last exhibit
A portrait among abstract expressions
Kinetic sculptures roam and
Act out the historic narrative
Of stories told and stories hidden
Too fragile for daylight
Shared only in shadowed spaces
To somnolent dreamers
One door opens another closes
Breaks the serenity of silence
A movement from room to room
Of shuffling steps along the hallway
The click of a light going on
Unseen behind the closed door
Comments
Neil McKay
February 25, 2012
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I really like this one. All
I really like this one. All the shadows and light and corners and rooms and closed doors. They really give some what, weight? depth? to it.
Clayton Medeiros
March 17, 2012
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Another poem stimulated from
Another poem stimulated from reading Borges Aleph stories with their images within images, dreams within dreams and labyrinths or multiple mirror images.