The Tour

Admission is free

Greetings!  Welcome!

I’m glad you could come

Are you ready for the tour?

come in, but don't look 'round the bend;

you'll find insanity's door.

 

Right here are priceless memories

kept in clear glass cases

Repositories of my childhood,

its people and its places

 

Just behind, in heavy boxes

recalls of a darker kind

displayed not very often,

they clutter up my mind

 

This shelf holds my poetry ~

my ego shares this space;

for years it was quite dusty,

a curator’s disgrace

 

A most impressive monument

within these gray matter walls

are all the open areas

you’ll see throughout the halls

 

And if you open up this door

you’ll see what I still dare

for in this room, in this old vault

my dreams are waiting there.

 

Author's Note

This is what happens when I get over-tired. Still tweaking.

Reviews

[Angi]

What a wonderful poem, Rita. Get overtired more often. This tour through the grey matter was a really cool idea. You are so organized! Travelling through my brain would require survival equipment! Angi~

[Rita L. Sev]

Ha! Thanks, Angi - believe me, there are doors that stay closed due to clutter... :)

[Robin]

Love it! Great poem here.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Robin!

[Samuel Dickens]

Quite an achievement for a tired person, I'd say. The poem is very well constructed and clearly conveys its message. Your mind seems much more tidy and organized than mine. And the dreams, well, at least you know where yours are.

[Rita L. Sev]

Ha - thank you, Samuel! Organized in some areas - others look like an episode of "Hoarders", thoughts I can't throw away.

[Acucena G.]

Nicely done, I really enjoyed the writing, to work is very admirable .

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you.

[SyberRose]

im always over tired from reading all the time ha. Nicely done though Rita...Enjoyed as always.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Rose!

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem and that ending is great indeed. I truly enjoyed the read and the tour...:)

[Rita L. Sev]

Glad you enjoyed it - thanks, Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Marie]

But it's nice...I'd never offer a tour of my mind...

[Rita L. Sev]

Well, I will be keeping certain wings closed off... ;) Thanks for reading, Marie!

[Chris]

cr-eeaaakk, cccrreeeaakkk, SNAP... Uh oh!! They got away... ogodogodogod... come baaacckk! Sigh, dang it... now it's new dreams again. Tweaking with a crowbar is such a hassle...

[Rita L. Sev]

Hahaha! Chris, I am sitting at my desk in school laughing to myself (getting some looks from students...) :) I will just have to go and chase down some new dreams... there is plenty of time!

[Chris]

...and use a smaller crowbar next time?

[Rita L. Sev]

:)

[Chris]

I always disliked irascible ink myself...

[Aethereal]

This has been a lovely read! You're a gifted poet. I was spellbound by the structure of your first verse. In inspired me to write the following tiny poem which you may keep for yourself as a gift since you did most of the creative work on it. This one sings like a song.

The Tour

Greetings! Welcome!
Enter here!
Are you ready for my tour?
Don't look down that corridor
lest you rave forevermore.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed.

[Jack...]

Very nice Rita. Thank you so much for the tour and the free admission is always a nice perk. I think I saw some beautiful things in there. Very creative and nicely done.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Jack - you were wise to stay in the happy zone!

[Jack...]

I was looking for the Phillie zone, but didn't see it. :)>