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when I was eight
I had a magical closet where I could live there were books of poems and drawing paper and pens and at times a secret stash of penny candy like Red-Hots and Bazooka Joe and if I was lucky M & M's I'd bring a thermos of coffee with cream and my Father's camping flashlight because it had a very high beam I'd I read poetry and Tales of Grimm and I'd draw animals and people and flowers and trees in colors they had never ever been because--- everything looks different in the dark the closet books became hills and mountains the clothes above me hanging clouds and I knew there were trees in the short distances as I made whistling-wind noises with my mouth sometimes I'd fall asleep and it would be so quiet a cocooning blanket of blissfulness the night-world in the closet a wonderful place of peace little fairy people would come to greet me as they wove straw-flowers into my hair and a kind man who I thought could've been Jesus because he told me with his own eyes... he cared I called him the Seaweed Man-- his sallow face half-hidden by long hanks of dark wavy hair His gaze was soothing-- I felt it was in a rocking chair and the waves of His smile washed away all care the colors of His eyes varied from seaweed green to caramel brown to azure blue and I knew I'd grow quieter... no more wheezes, snores nor cries I knew because he said it'd be alright "Just be..." He smiled... "just be who you are...." as His voice mixed with the waves and my relief and then came new belief a lesson my sacred task later on, I had to learn this task-anew the old lesson was forgotten until, last night the Seaweed Man came back to ask me "who are you?" then I remembered the magical closet and then I knew then I knew... "BLESSED ARE THE CLOSET CHILDREN." for they shall inherit love. Legal copyright for this poem 3.33PM PST///3/23/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED....AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. re-edited for clarity of metaphor 5>00pm PST 3/23/2021. re-edited for tense, clarity and continuous metaphor 5:09am March 24th 2021 Vote for this poem |
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