The Secret Enclosure
The day has left and paid its keep,
approaching night flows steadily.
Again and again, things fall by and by
on the floor of the secret enclosure.
No more words left to speak aloud.
No more worries left to wear away.
No more things left to do on the list.
No more than a single shred of light.
The night has come and offers, freely,
escape from the fleeting heaviness
of hours and extra hours of work
on the floor of the secret enclosure.
No more telephone calls to make.
No more electronic mail to send.
No more bills received or mailed.
No more than a single shred of light.
The hours around midnight release
creative impulses or compulsions
Will things once again fall by and by
falling into the secret enclosure?
About this poem
I can’t remember when, but it was sometime before March 7, 2009, I originally published this poem along with Self-imprisonment on poetry.com. I feel like it was sometime around the 2003-2005 time frame, or earlier if memory serves. This was the time period it was owned by the Maryland-based company called The International Library of Poetry, and before I entered graduate school for education and English. The poems are about struggling with stumbling blocks in your faith. As it pertains to me, it was about stumbling blocks in my Christianity and the feeling that you’re losing ground to your worse demons than to your better angels. The poems were written in the early to mid-nineties, during a time I was focused on my faith and attending some very conservative churches, which has since changed after escaping an abusive man who was trying to change my sexuality by force and coming out. This version of the poem is slightly different than the 2000s version on poetry.com, which was more overt. more »
Written on 1995
Submitted by zero_of_nine on September 10, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | xabCxxxD aexCxxxD eebc |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 718 |
Words | 147 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 4 |
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