Empty Room
Poetry By Dan Lucas
Opening a hallway door
I step into a crowded room
sunlight from the corridor
I gaze on dust, nothing more
it feels as though I’m walking through
an empty room; no me or you
Leaving where my mind’s secure
I fancy places I may fare
a lighthouse in calm demure
tethered scenes are soft and pure
I come back here alone to share
an empty room; no desk, no chair
Peering on a beach sincere
to wander in my reverie
where sand and waves spied appear
given seagulls cries to hear
returning from tranquility
an empty room; no shore nor sea
Visions run emotions blind
embracing idealistic foes
writing with escape to find
vivid truths and dreams entwined
imagining returning woes
an empty room; no verse, no prose
Will night bear me far away
to heed amid departed dawn
though I keep in mind today
tomorrow’s where my thoughts may stray
avenging remnants tempered on
an empty room; no rage, no calm
Torrid, timid, storied scenes
are brought back to my jaded eyes
eternal views call deceit
and enter into weighted dreams
examined reasons as to why
an empty room is truth; no lies
My inspiration for writing this poem is simply writing about inspirations for writing poems. Being an ex-musician I often look at where writers find their moments of creativity, and their mindset. The places they go.
-Dan Lucas-
