Home » Poems » Lady Labyrinth » Lost Between Walls

Lost Between Walls

"Lost Between Walls" There are no keys here freedom glides easily caged and haunted passing close to you in picture frames music drowning all the electric stories locked away in sentences for repenting future glories ghost bees bottled behind your own blue silver misted mirrors unseen to bury to burn to forget to remember the turning the being Love watches you like a ghost in a fish bowl butterflies still fly free in her beautiful big blue sky dreams (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) “Sound”/ Bianca Strega https://youtu.be/nsk4Zmu7fuM "Sound"/Bianca Strega (2nd version) https://youtu.be/FFiLA1ZFN1c "From the solace you seek Didn't know you were one in a million Stuck inside the wall I'm wonderin' how we ever got here With no fear we'd fall..." LYRICS/ unfound.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/12/2021 4:00:00 PM

Wild Time.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/12/2021 4:00:00 PM

https://youtu.be/zjw17szxD7c

Ts Poetry

Date: 4/10/2021 12:45:00 PM

Feel your way out

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/7/2021 3:20:00 PM

CPTSD

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/10/2021 2:56:00 PM

that is the only way, logic will always slam the door in your face. to feel is instinctual and intuitive. to possess instinct and to be intuitive are two separate functions that compliment each other; they may or may not be criminally inclined. the heart is the place in the seat of the mind, where love turns the key - which inevitably not only opens doors, but closes and locks them. The heart is a body organ, it doesn't think, it pumps blood/life to the brain. It is interesting to note the heart dies first, the brain sometime later, which strengthens my belief that the brain (for a little while) lives on long enough to transfer consciousness (soul) to some other dimension - consciousness (more specifically) lives on after everything else stops.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/10/2021 4:19:00 AM

Fantastic poem and terrific alliteration here Lady Labyrinth. "ghost bees bottled behind your own blue silver misted mirrors unseen to bury to burn" Wow!

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/10/2021 3:00:00 PM

Thank you Mme Krutsinger. While writing this weekend, and listening to music, I came across the Duran Duran song "The Chauffeur", while I was looking into the lyrics, I discovered that Simon (Le Bon) read a book when he was much younger, about people seeing the colour blue silver when they move or pass between dimensions, I love this, quite haunting and it fits this poem and the previous. I've seen ghosts many times and sense them, from a very young age, this is true - but I've yet to experience passing through dimensions and experiencing blue silver...this will come in time and I take note of it now. It is more than likely I will haunt those I love and came to love. This is my ardent promise. Those we love (on the other side of it all) visit us in our dreams. There are many ways of haunting the living. x