Smokey Hued Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Smokey Hued

Rating: 2.8


My doors smoky open
ethereal;
right and left corridor
compartmented.

I see patterns
and rooms
to the right and left.

Here my Room of Tears,
weeping walls that caterwaul.
All my sorrows hang here
and Deep Regrets lie on the floor.

All My Loves
are in this room
in hues rosette
most past;
their glow
shimmers
even outside
in the corridor.

My eyes lid as I pass
my rooms of Cardinal Sins;
faces there
I'd wronged or mislead,

I was relieved to see Repentments Rooms next
where Atonements array the walls
and below on tables are
Just Due Parchments properly signed
for deliverance to Justice Hall.

I did make some things right there.

Upstairs are my Best Regards
in alcoves 'round my Heart
very soft
healing arts applied with care there.


I'm now down to Secret Sins,
its door ajar with Gambolments,
Inexcusables-Mindless Hurts-
all Unspeakables.

Oh, each time I make this trip

my energy's spent;
and I vow
next time
to make of it
a more pleasant trip
through this
my Soul's House.

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