The Corridor

The Corridor

A Poem by Dani California

Her eyes trace the wounds of time,

As hesitation oozes from its sores; 

This was never really here, it says

And she wonders where she’s read that before.

 

Chains are left dangling from her ears

While she wanders the corridor of new sound;

Her captor tugs his chain of controlled thought,

But only slightly, so she’d not know she was bound. 

 

Her mind is oblivious to its prison

Though her spirit begs to be free;

The corridor whispers to her its secrets,

And then urges her to flee. 

 

She doesn’t know why she can no longer stay,

Or why her heart sings a different tune;

The whispers she heard sang of hope and self-love,  

Then released her from her mind’s tomb. 

© 2010 Dani California


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"Her captor tugs his chain of controlled thought,
But only slightly, so she’d not know she was bound."

This is very interesting and oh, so true of many, many, people. I have found myself amazed at discoveries I have made about old theories, when suddenly freedom sounded the alarm.


Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Excellent writing! A place that becomes all too comfortable yet shouldn't be

She doesn't know why she can no longer stay,
Or why her heart sings a different tune;

beautifully captured in words, an excellent piece!!


Posted 9 Years Ago


Brilliant poem, such imagery. Thanks for sharing...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You always give the reader a brush and the nudge to paint... Once again love the emotion and the images conjured. Thank you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your piece left me breathless. For me, hesitation lingered a little... (perhaps that's a bit of "me" that I read into this... or that hope came in whispers).

A necessary escape nonetheless. So nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That was heart-breaking. Specially the coda of it, it concluded the entire poem very well and left it on such a thoughtful note. Well Done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reading this reminded me of my uncle telling me about the Berlin Wall coming down in 1989. And how there was great rejoicing as people obtained their 'freedom.'
A change of scene. a change of style. I enjoyed walking through this particular corridor - thank you.
Rosa -x-

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

To be alive - to feel how you want or can feel. To begin to learn all over again what it is to be you... is a seldom received chance most don't even know enough of to dream about.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i dont think they understood, but pretty cool, pretty neat!

Posted 12 Years Ago


great depth and word crafting in this piece very vivid descriptive imagery

Posted 13 Years Ago


The mind can indeed be it's own prison. I really liked the lonely imagery you left us with. Wonderful job.

B

Posted 13 Years Ago



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