Private Residence

Private Residence Sign at the gate – no solicitors – Beyond the rosewood door sanctuary in seclusion Untouched by hands racing round A face framed by chimes and alarms – Measures of mincing minutes Exiled with suitcases packed To astral planes of heights unknown; Bits of seconds escape measurement restraints. Red escaping from purple Leaving subtle hues of thin blue ballads No trespassing for prying curiosity No password for rashness peeping Normal comes out of shadows To exhale held breathe in wingback chairs While visiting why and wherefore Next to a warming hearth - four footed companion - Serving creativity’s wide-eyed delicacies. Dreams neatly stacked on shelves New rhythms and new rhymes folded With care in drawers – price tags unwritten – Songs stretch their legs outside of reveries While, sometimes, nightmares run naked With phantoms trapped in dark corners Sudden outbursts vetted by nascent reason Love sifted from the chaff of indifference; Ideas road tested -quiet not silenced. Keepsakes nestled with knickknacks remembering Ecstasy’s glee - preserved magic moments - mysteries - Walls stenciled with wisdom’s witty signatures Idyllic inspirations gathered in albums Sweet sachets of solitude and bouquets of redemption No admittance for interruption - banished to thrashing nights Plans for expansion daily redrawn Portraits illuminated by snatches of illumination Closets not locked by cobwebs of the absurd. A window seat animated – a nook of reflective reflection - Dripping eaves of amber light - snow rains crooned lullabies - A telescope to catch visions riding on comet tales – Stars set free drift in quiet collaboration Days, escaped from days yet unknown, beg return - A hallowed infinity of numberless dimensions – Seasons released from their regimen chuckle Castles assemble in jigsaws from rambling remnants Dedicated space flutters with timeless holy wings creations. Body and soul meet over sweet tea In dialogues of secrets - exuberant exaltation – With harmonies of monograms stitched into melody Pouring over maps to palaces of the fantastic Shaded words find a rightful place – sitting up straight – Sometimes indecision and maybe stop slouching - Hues of holy dramas find lines safe from the critics – To throw off the bonds of restricting reality With laughter’s rose colored possibilities. Only one occupant -not for sale, lease or rent – My private universe - creator's creation - Sign posted at the gateway – beware of the owner! "And if my private universe in verse scans right, So does the verse of galaxies divine." 9-17-20 Contest: My Private Universe Sponsor: Julia Ward