behind closed doors
anxious to escape
regardless of confidence
waiting in the backs of minds
for whispers to be shared
limitations of secrecy
This poem, a wayra, is my response to
Sunday Muse #147 and the photo provided.
The elements of the wayra are:
~ a stanza in 5 lines
~ syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
~ no rhyme
Image source: flickr (meagain625)
rivrvlogr 
Shhh, don’t tell! 😉
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It will be our secret. 😉
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Don’t trust the confidence, listen in on the whispering.
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You never know!
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A wonderful wayra! The door does signify a barrier of what is outside and within, and you captured that perfectly! So glad you joined us at the Muse Ken!
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Thank you.
And thanks for the prompt.
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Sometimes things should be kept secret, sometimes not–but that photo hints at a scary secret behind that door.
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Like minds.
The photo actually made me think about dark family secrets (nothing real or specific), but it would have been more work to go in that direction.
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I enjoy this form … great job, Ken.
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Thank you, Helen. 🙂
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The photo is scary. But to me, this is emotional fear. Facing the dragon. I like it.
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Thank you. The door did make me think of “dark” secrets.
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