Cellar Door

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Home Again ( with a mention of a cellar Door)

I walked my home at the days end
There in the entrance an open place
A welcome rug soiled a little from friends
The entrance hall gleamed hello.

A sitting room, chairs with arms to hold you
Memories in frames scattered around.
A window that showed a garden of thought
New colours to enhance your mind.

There nearly hidden from view
A cellar door, your deepest thoughts betrayed
A stairway to before times not needed here.
There in the corner a glowing ember of you

A kitchen with aromas that caressed you.
Not just a perfume but an essence of life.
Senses brought to the boil on open ways
A floor with a pathway to your needs

A stairway to the universe well-trodden.
A space that held your thoughts in limbo.
A flowerless plant leaves so cool
Drinking through sifted soil the essence of time

Doors leading to rooms of rest and love
A place to play with feelings free.
I shouted at the scenes as they fled
Return to me please let me rest in my bed

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Just a jotting for Jess and his new workshop. The reference to the cellar door is where one can go deeper into the being to see the troubles, there in the corner the source of your being..

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Wordsworth

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Comments

I really like this...

and can't wait to see what Jess makes of it with sound. I will come back and write some more comments after he does.
~ Gee.
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Gee my friend

Thank you very much for the visit to my inner house where thoughts are echoed in the rooms we make ..
Yours, Ian..

Dear Sparrow

A very warm home. Nice images to welcome the reader as well. There might be no real mentioning to the cellar door or it might be only me.
You also need to choose the Cellar Door work shop from the drop window instead of (Implied Imagery Shop).
Thank you.

The cellar Door

My dear Rula, Thank you young lady for your comment, I have a reference to the cellar door in the third Stanza.
This is where you look inside and to the depths of your Spirit..
Cant find the drop down for the comp so I just streamed with it in the title. I will look again..
You take care out there and my best to your family xx

I like the line, "a welcome

I like the line, "a welcome rug soiled a little from friends," and then how you write about soil later in the poem. like poetry does, this poem takes you far beyond the physical description to think about the "rooms" of our souls. "A cellar door, your deepest thoughts betrayed." Inviting someone into your home is such a warm thing, but also a deep thing, considering everyone sees your life from much more up close. Nice poem!

Greg

Many thanks for your visit to my house, you are always welcome to come sit a while where thoughts fly free and unconditional love rules the abode.
You understood the write well, one day maybe I will let you into my deepest thoughts, where all things are in order..