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My Secret Place

Deep below the gloom of a well

Yet higher than space

My secrete place I go sail

Through mystic membranes given as a gift

Between my world

And their world my existence does shift

A place where saturnine thoughts are free

I can say what I want

And really be me

A place where I am tempered by freedom alone

Pleasant images

And distorted ones, are free to roam

Away from this place there is a lot of rain

Nostalgic grief

And mental pain

Its where I have to be all of the time

My secret place

Is my own mind <3


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The following comments are for "My Secret Place"
by DBurke

Secret place
Not my favorite. But very appealing. It lightly touched my mind and I wanted more from it. I'd love to see this one expanded - perhaps a series.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: July 27, 2010 )

My Secret Place
Loved the flow and your word choice of "saturnine" was delicious. Like tempered only by freedom, too. Especially appreciated the concept of our minds mystic membranes being granted to us as gifts.

( Posted by: EchoMarm [Member] On: November 15, 2010 )

Back to the Future?
Definitely I am agreement with the above comments. These wprds, we need more of, although I am uncertain if it should be in the same poem, maybe a string, as also suggested above.

Today, Sunday, Jan 09, 2011 , all the news is of the Tucson disaster, and your words of freedom of speech and the like seem to take on more meaning to all of us. It appears to be slipping away, and we can only wonder where it is all heading.

One thing seems pretty certain, events of our world today, are eroding our freedoms to the critical point. Will we ever, or will our children and/r grandchildren, know the wonderful world of the 1950's many of us knew?

If I could back it all up, amd give the youth of today this world, the world of the 1950's, how much more of a gift could there possibly be? Just the greatest gift they have ever known.

Good poem, good thought.

( Posted by: veebdosa [Member] On: January 9, 2011 )

Right on Veeb!
First of all...I love this Demetria...we all have our secret places where our mind retreats to when life overwhelms us.
Well done! were right on when you mentioned the fifties...a fabulous time in our country's history for growing up!

Everyone was civil to each other, most moms stayed at home to raise their usually didn't need two parents working to survive. And it was a gentler time too...we didn't even lock our doors at night...imagine!!!

I have a poem in the archives...Another Time...Another Place...which describes the times...I wonder if we will ever achieve nirvana again!


( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: January 9, 2011 )

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