A Beautiful Mind

Behind a door

of vintage rust

and sterling frame

the light stretched

in hues of golden rays,

Beneath the threshold

fraught,

featherlike

and silent

a little box

of household goods,

packaged into

a square,

telling of a life once lived,

Tears of sorrow

vanquished

her eyes wide

open and knowing

hands of yesterday’s grasp,

creeping,

slipping from her throat,

she released

all that kept her

concealed

the bars of society bled

and the walls became paper-thin

the whispers grew into screams

and she knew it only

as a beautiful lie

soothed in

and soaked in

honeyed minds.

J.CALVERT 2016

SET ME FREE

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7 thoughts on “A Beautiful Mind

  1. Wonderfully written piece. She lives in this vintage, ancient house and she had these keepsakes of her life. But something happened made her sad, and she cried. I don’t think she stayed hidden in her house after, the fingers release her throat. She lets go of the house, her hiding place — the walls growing paper thin. Maybe she hears voices I’m not sure, maybe it’s just memories that were whispers and now “screams.” And everything she believed in, new as the truth wasn’t real. It was “a lie” but others only believed it was a lie because their minds were “honeyed” basically something was made to sound sweet, but it wasn’t sweet it all. This is an interesting piece. I can’t get a clear read. Great writ though 🙂 I love puzzling out poems as you know,

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