Speakeasy
A single red light at the end of a brightly lit alleyway,
your secret place,
a place of release,
more about the safety than the alcohol,
where everything spills out.
About this poem
We all need that safe place to be, to talk, to spill ourselves out.
The painting, one of mine, is also called “Speakeasy” and inspired the poem.
Tom
Oh wow, Tom this piece gave definition to what I experience when I am at one of “my” band’s concerts. It is being in a crowd where there is safety express my faith in Hope and Love, to ride that wave and let it carry me forward. Blessings!
I love that interpretation. Thank you for sharing the feeling it left you with!
Reblogged this on Trail Mix and commented:
So fellow travelers, clarity is a gift beyond measure in writing .
One of the many benefits of being part of a creative tribe is what we call the “ripple effect” of sharing inspiration from each other’s work. At times the dynamic exchange of encouragement and energy will bring insights which shift my perception of something I am working just enough to reveal how something I was struggling to express. This morning a post from my friend Tom Atkins did exactly that for me by defining something I experience when I am at a show with my favorite band.
The context is slightly different but the reference of being in a safe space where we can “spill ourselves is precisely why I go to as many concerts and events as possible. Each time it is an unburdening of doubt, healing of sorrows and an infusion of hope made possible by faith in the ultimate power of Unconditional Love.