Safe, no more

Safe, no more

A Poem by Enigma

Bubble-wrapped
Tucked away

Into a hidden corner

Of a dark room

Behind the secret door

At the end of

An unknown corridor

Of an infinite maze

Down countless flights

Of steep winding stairs

In an abandoned house

Which was once a home


'Safe', I thought

'Safe', it should've been

'Safe', it would remain

Or so I thought


But they found it

Keep finding it, somehow

When it pleases

Maybe through some secret gateway

Of their own


They prick

They poke

They play

They caress

And at the end of the day

Leave it to the dust of their feet

And return to their own hidden corners

Behind their hidden doors

Maybe to pick up their own scattered pieces

© 2012 Enigma



Author's Note

Enigma
Experimental.

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Experimental? As I followed each and every step I felt like I was trying to find some well hidden secret I had left behind. "They" then became the reader that needs to tend to their own gardens secret weeds. In my view a successful experiment in poetic expression.

"And at the end of the day
Leave it to the dust of their feet
And return to their own hidden corners
Behind their hidden doors
Maybe to pick up their own scattered pieces"


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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Its really good for being experimental

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you have me wondering who they are......this would be an excellent beginning to a novel perhaps? :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the ending the most.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This makes me think of creatures that create dust and cause destruction in the house.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow...this is a journey! Glad I reasd you today love...what a piece! :) Pace held throughout and with conviction, stunning! xoxo

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Experimental? As I followed each and every step I felt like I was trying to find some well hidden secret I had left behind. "They" then became the reader that needs to tend to their own gardens secret weeds. In my view a successful experiment in poetic expression.

"And at the end of the day
Leave it to the dust of their feet
And return to their own hidden corners
Behind their hidden doors
Maybe to pick up their own scattered pieces"


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Enigma
Enigma

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