May 27th, 2022Local Lines
Amongst the Corridors of our Minds
Amongst the corridors of our minds
a myriad rooms abound
each hold a knowledge
sense, learning, memory.
Ease of recollection varies.
Those with doors fully open
are safe, offer up their content
without the slightest resistance.
Others, harmless, yet closed
need a push, a conscious effort
to open wide so we can
retrieve the information within.
Then there are those,
shut tight, securely locked
holding darknesses
long hidden.
Yet, there may be a moment
an occurrence, that provides the key
to unlock one of these doors
releasing repressed secrets.
Once opened, turmoil, grief,
heartache, distress pervade us
but hopefully, also an understanding
which enables that door to be left ajar.
- Gary Wilkinson
Gary Wilkinson has found a new passion since retiring in putting pen to paper and he would like to acknowledge the encouragement and mentoring from Bill Wootton by providing extremely useful comments to help turn something from being OK into something he is very proud of.
Local Lines comes mainly from a group of local poets but other submissions are always welcome. To have a poem considered for publication
contact Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com
