Hour Twelve “Closets”

The home of costumes

and confusion to some,

images of organization

to others.

Never enough most claim!

beneath the bed ain’t the same

as shelf space.

But the dreams hung here

can wither and die in the dark,

motheaten and buried

treasures lie deep within.

Don’t close the door

unless it’s cedar,

and the walk-in

is the same distance

as the walkout.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Hour Twelve “Closets”

  1. So much beautiful imagery here in the poem, “Hour Twelve Closets. Some of my favourite lines include: ” But the dreams hung here can wither and die in the dark.” Amazing personification and alliteration.

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