November 16, 2014

Inside

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The rooms in us have open doors
The space within is crowded with all the images we store
We step inside to meet the persons we’ve become
We look at floors paved in glass and foolish goals
But we can’t see what we are searching for
We need to wash the eyes with dreams before we go

The rooms in us have open doors
The laughs, the anguish cover all the walls
The windows let us glimpse fragments of our souls
When silence owns the reason and the mingled thoughts
But time got lost in our inner worlds
It started going backwards

The rooms in us have open doors
They let the world come in to draw
The hearts are easels for the past
Canvases for memories that fade or last
But what we are is captured in all of that
So we grope to find ourselves inside

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  1. lovely… “We need to wash the eyes with dreams before we go” – ahh, this line

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  2. Well written… I enjoyed your thoughts…

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  3. So much depth in those lines. Oooh I loved it.

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  4. Your poetry is so lyrical and musical, thanks for sharing. I love your imagery and the contemplative feeling!

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  5. “The hearts are easels for the past
    Canvasses for memories that fade or last”

    Simply wonderful. Paint on!

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  6. So deep! I enjoyed reading it.

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  7. My favourite line is;
    “The windows let us glimpse fragments of our souls”

    For some reason it reminds me of one of my favourite poems that starts;
    “I have held the deep dark colours / of my soul / in my hands”
    I like the expression of the soul as an ephemeral, unknowable thing.

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  8. Very nice and thoughtful

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  9. I also have to admit that the poem is brilliant. 🙂

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  10. Truly enjoyed 🙂

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  11. You evoke such delightful images!

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  12. “The rooms in us have open doors” and indeed it is,your words are magical and throw lights on fact of life.

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  13. Your command of language is stunning…I love this poem.

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  14. …And sometimes we get missing in our own rooms… This is just so powerful and inspired.

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  15. Beautiful! This is such a lovely, and delicate way to describe who we all are on the inside. I love the lines “They let the world come in to draw / The hearts are easels for the past / Canvases for memories that fade or last”. That is so unique. Beautiful.

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  16. Wonderful,Oana!!! You are so talented!!! Kisses

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  17. Reblogged this on Pocketful of Sentiments and commented:
    This is beautiful. Pure. Untainted. Wonderful.

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  18. Beautiful thoughts which run deep in the mind. Yes need to keep all doors open and let the Supreme energy connect within.

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  19. Nice picture. An old, wooden gate. 🙂 Liked the line “hearts are easels for the past”

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  20. Great writing here, some beautiful imagery. 🙂

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  21. This is excellent! nice work

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  22. very well done. You have a talent for creating pictures with depth from words. keep crafting honestly.

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  23. Very nice. I especially like the line, Our hearts are easels ….
    I will be reading more.

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