without doors

she lived in a room without doors

yet she felt free

free of responsibility

free of the world’s agony

free to be

just be

granting only those special people

access to the inner sanctum of her heart

to hear her sweet songs

kiss her lips of hope

and roam through her multi-colored dreams

yes, she lived in room without doors

a room of her own making

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

interesting .. provocative ... i love your art choices Lydi ... they are well matched to your poetry says i .. she is a thinker .. in her room without doors ... (does she have windows?) ;) ... she is free and in control yet ... there she remains .. locked in .. of her own making ... at the end of the day .. this one leaves me with a deep sadness .. she is almost controlled by the control she has ... such irony .. tragic .. you stimulated me noodle ma'am! be well ... stay happy :))))))
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

Always happy to spark thought, E! Thank you so much for the lovely review. Lydi***

[willweb]

This to me is a perfect situation to be in. Living in a world of your own making, if even for only a short time. I just love the pictures this brings to my mind. Thank you for sharing this wonderful display of your talent.

[Lydia Shutter]

Will, you are so kind. Thank you. Lydi**

[Just Kim]

to the inner sanctum of her heart
to hear her sweet songs
kiss her lips of hope

This is just so wonderful, love these lines,
wonderful write Lydia.

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate your kind words. Lydi**

[Crowley]

This is a very vibrant write. Shrouded in mystery, a whiff of lust and baked in a whole lot of freedom. this kind of woman always seems to invoke a parade of curiosity from both sexes, the ones who want and the ones who want to be. Really exceptional Fabian.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much! Lydi**

[Crowley]

Ha….I thought Fabian had wrote this but had reviewed it. My sincere apology. Obviously loved it though and am pleased I dropped in!

[Lydia Shutter]

I thought perhaps your name was Fabian! :) No worries....I am glad you stopped by.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poetry dear Lydia.
"and roam through her multi-colored dreams
yes, she lived in room without doors
a room of her own making"
The above lines. So beautiful, so hopeful. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

I always enjoy your reviews, my friend. Thank you. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Always my pleasure and you are welcome dear Lydia.

[Sami Khalil]

This lady knows boundaries; who comes into her life, who leaves willingly or unwillingly. She defined her space and place. She takes matters into her hands, making herself happy in being herself.
A beautiful painting to accompany this beautiful poem.
I like the line : "sanctum of the heart."

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks very much, Sami. I always appreciate your reviews and the way you notice the artwork! Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! You are welcome Lydia. You have a great taste.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

If the eyes are windows to the soul, the heart must truly be the door. My wife once told me she didn't have a heart. But the heart I knew in her was made manifest in our daughter and just filled both our lives with love. I'd been to point of not caring whether I lived or died, perhaps even preferring death to living; consumed by depression and anxiety. When I look back on those dark times they seem lived by another person, someone alien and detestable to me. It's amazing how life can change and change us with it. The poet Alexander Pope once wrote that "hope springs eternal". It a sad thing that so many never retain the hope necessary to find that spring in themselves and so, they become lost forever. I think we all sometimes build walls around our hearts as a defense mechanism. But in time, even walls fall down. Bless, F.

[Lydia Shutter]

Fabian, your reviews are wonderful. I so appreciate them! Lydi**

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Your poetry is wonderful. I enjoy reading your work. I'll be back to read more.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much.

[redzone]

hopefully that room with no door has a window, so she can look out and see the colors in the world; see the way nature curves around her living space so that when she opens her inner sanction of her heart she can also share the secrets she has seen.... your poem reminds me a little of Emily Dickenson's life and garden.... she kept herself in her room (house) but also enjoyed the garden seen in the back.... she too made her own world and shared it through her words of poetry....

anyway, this is me, saying HI to the woman who lives in a doorless room.... I have enjoyed reading this "very NICE' poem, Lydi

[Lydia Shutter]

And this is me thanking you! To be compared to Emily Dickinson is indeed a major compliment...and so very "nice". thanks, Curt. Lydi**

[John the Baptist]

Not sure how to take this one. On the surface, it sounds like the description of a carefree life, but looking deeper, it could be a picture of one suffering from mental illness. "A room of her own making" has the sound of delusions.

[Lydia Shutter]

The reader has to decide what the words mean....the poet only puts them on paper! Thank you so much, John. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is a deepness like a well to this one.
I just hope the windows didn't have bars on them to make her feel she imprisoned herself.
The way the world is today, it makes sense not to let people in...the world is so scary and it is really hard to trust people...that they not only might take our hearts but our souls as well.
this one packs a wallop.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Jacob, when you review one of my poems like this, it makes me feel so accomplished. Thank you very much....Lydi**