Another new poem.
‘There’s no perfect life. There’s always something going on behind the curtain that people don’t know about.’ Madelaine Petsch ( Read more at: Brainy Quote )
Behind curtains
memory eye lids
open and shut
portals between loss
longing for time’s
healing.
Yesterday’s grief
buzzes in through
the window
suffering gives wings
in its mystery
The insider wills yesterday
to fly beyond
the decay of the
human heart.
The sting of
understanding unsettles
in the sun’s light
streaming in through the window
of the open curtains,
inviting the curious outsider
into the room of the unknown.
(c) June Perkins
Developing the idea from Evening similes, I continued on with the curtain image.
1- I looked to a quotation for inspiration
2- I thought about the idea in my original poem the Pandora’s box of memory and worked on expanding that idea.
3- I went for metaphor more than simile.
4- I…
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