Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Pumphouse Poem

A door, veiled in light,
Unlikely refuge
Where reason wakes.
In there, one makes 
Mistakes but, oddly,
Learns from successes
Too --and prefers them.
Dim recesses accept
Things that fit 
And limit how lost
They get --and why
And where --which 
Is  why  I  often 
Find myself in there.


  1. Next time you are in the pump house please look for a pair of earrings I lost a couple of years ago. They are not expensive but there is a sentimental value. They have a blue stone that dangles from the posts.

  2. I think a prayer house is not so different than this refuge of yours.

  3. Geo., Happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful for the way you share your poet's heart all year 'round.

    Be safe and God bless!

  4. Everyone needs the refuge and sanity of a pumphouse - a place to gather the pieces and attempt to make them fit.
    Have a blessed Thanksgiving.

  5. Another nice, thought-provoking poem, Geo. Thank you.
    Finding yourself in there is better than where I often find myself: staring at the door.
    Love and warmth to you.


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