I know of this very secret place
Hidden away snugly in no-man’s land
Without substance, body, or face
But nevertheless, looking so grand
Mirrors floating along every wall
Reflecting reflections, rainbows of light
Hedges of thorns forbidding and tall
A thought of flowers, eternal delight
Secrets within secrets never to be told
Silvery cobwebs holding up morning dew
Creaking floor beams way beyond old
Paintings of ancients nobody knew
Hewn into reluctant slabs of hard rock
Is a room where time flows more
To the beat of a grand-fathers clock
Hidden behind the heavy oak door
That is my so very secret room
Where I can use my precious mind
To create a life of love or of doom
And exciting scenarios of any kind
In that secret room away from it all
I am out of body, purely soul
Don’t have to worry about the banal
Am absolutely perfect and whole
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Good write. Those secret rooms are so precious.
Thanks a lot Goldfinch! Yes, they are, but only as long as they are secret!
Well I have a place like this but it's not entirely secret - my wife sometimes comes out to say there's a phone call for me or to tell me lunch is ready or ask if I'm ready to go shopping. In fact, coming to think of it it's not secret at all.
Thanks Michael, I know it is hard to keep it secret. When the kids were small, the bathroom was my 'secret' place, the only place where I could find peace. 🙂
I have that place when my pen hits the paper or I'm on my bike making my own lane. And now I'm learning to go there with my guitar too
Fantastic work
Thanks Dan, you reminded me that I did write a poem about my motorcycle, have to look for it. I play a little bit of guitar, very limited though. Always wanted to learn to play slack-key guitar, love that sound.
Oooo I'll have to look that up.
Yes I've got a rough one I thought of the other day about the bike experience.
I was told, four wheels frees your heart but two free the soul 😉
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A delectable description of the secret place we all need Fred - your pen aptly expresses its draw - - first rate writing my friend.
Thank you Fay, thank you so much for your gracious comment!
All good poets, as yourself, must have such a room in their mind to retreat into to connect with their muse. Interesting that Fay's poem this morning describes this same process. You have nailed it well with this poem, Fred. Kudos!
Thank you Louis, you are much too kind!
Just calls um as I sees um.
indeed, a top secret place to be alone. they say nobody should ever be alone but by your reckoning here i say it's a must to follow in your footsteps. nice writing my friend.
Thanks so much Kevin! You know, I feel that you don't have to be alone to be alone. One can be within oneself even if surrounded by people.
that's pretty much what we all do I believe.
Great write
Thank you so much!
Welcome
Aaahhh...the space where all creative souls run on secret feet. It's the only place in mothering for 21 years that I am alone. I couldn't even escape the babies in the bathroom! That must be a daddy-only privilege, lol. Lovely lines, nice rhymes. I thought of the grandfather clock as a heartbeat. Beautiful, Fred.
Thanks so much Heather! I think you are right about that grandfather clock.
And by the way, the bathroom thing only worked for me because I have selective hearing! 🙂
What a lovely inspiration Fred. I have a place similar to that. Not so organized as yours though. It is so secret that sometimes I can not find it myself but when I do, it is where I feel safe and happy and relaxed or I just feel nothing like you said. Thanks for sharing these adorable words.
Thank you so much Malu. I think we all have a place like that where we feel cozy, warm, and safe.
Thank you for sharing these graceful words with us! I believe everyone has a secret place they go to and wish to build, I spend too much time there haha
You are so right Niall, we do spend too much time there sometimes. And while we are there it is possible that life passes us by!
My special place is my bedroom with my ipod on and pen in my hand.
Its the only time I can feel truly at peace and away from the madness in the world.
Like you said its like a secret room away from it all.
Great write.
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you S. for your nice comment!
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