cellar door

once,

in a time that is now distant

i'd have to say i miss it

the space on the bottom floor

in moments i bore i try to ignore

to lore to the door of the cellar

but clever i am as i sever my plans

forever ill remember this spot

forgot i have not, for to have got

what i got was no plot that was got

Hence the door with its lock

alows me to clock rocks to the cops

up the block.

the cellar door, the thought of not

knowing. to sit around bored

shows no signs

of growing

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

... a disturbing poem, good one! i wonder really what was going on in your head! i do!
you've interested me!

[Coyote Poetry]

A lock cellar door would get my attention too. Those mystery we cannot see leave us in wonder and wanting to open and see what is locked up. I like the complete poem. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote