Image from pinterest.
(Originally posted June 2013)
thoughts emerge
from secret rooms
using unseen doors
hidden in panels
trimmed by memories
papered with dreams
they enter unbidden
stand in mid-mind
where black ormolu
mirrors can capture them
passing them through
into sensible light
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Great style and imagery. Keep up the wonderful work! 🙂
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thank you – I hope to do so
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It’s not just the ‘ormolu’ ones…
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well, mine is – I’m old fashioned that way
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Great words that go down in history
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history, no less? oh my
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Wow!! Love this!!! 🙂 🙂
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thanks very much
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WOW, this is definitely my fave of yours so far!!
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I’m so glad it worked for you
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This is such a perfect poem. Love: “hidden in panels trimmed by memories papered with dreams”! Just beautiful! It may be hot but you’re cookin’.
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ha ha – cookin indeed
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“hidden in panels
trimmed by memories
papered with dreams”….all of life….you are my choice for Poet Laureate of the USA
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your comment is worth more to me than any old wreath
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Oh, I really love this Paul, amazing.
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thank you most kindly
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As ever special words that paint fine art.
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appreciate that
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I remember this one–I like to roll the word Ormolu around in my mouth, tastes like rich caramel.
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leave it to you to make me hungry
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your work always amazes me
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thank you dearly, Barb
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Reblogged this on Natasha's Memory Garden.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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You’re welcome.
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I love the hints of mystery in the images. Great antique mirror.
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much appreciated
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