Sensuelle Briden

The Keys - Poem by Sensuelle Briden

The keys are hanging on the wall.
Which one is yours? If you are tall
You can take an upper one. But, hey!
It doesn’t mean it’s yours, okay?

To find your key just look at this:
When search is done, you’ll feel the bliss
As bliss is a key itself; just start
To notice all the signs of heart.

Topic(s) of this poem: heart

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Yesterday I was sitting around myself on the floor and my stare caught up the keys on the wall – just 5 decorative pieces of metal if the shape of keys. And I felt I want to improvise. I did that immediately. So I’ve got my lines after a minute. And I’ve noticed this chain: being a child+being wise+conscious creation+improvisation+being spontaneous+purity=cool state, cool feeling, cool being and cool thing!

Comments about The Keys by Sensuelle Briden

  • Rajnish Manga (3/28/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    Very wisely articulated and poetically explained. The keys of life. Thanks for sharing the same. (Report) Reply

    Sensuelle Briden (3/28/2015 2:16:00 PM)

    I'm glad it resonated with you! I wish you to find yours

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 28, 2015

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