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.
Nice. I enjoyed the imagery of this.
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.