Outside

rooms boarded up, sealed

off to the world

a computer screen, a tablet, a

cell phone is the window

to the world

meals taken from the

microwave directly to

the boarded-up room to

be quickly scarfed up

doors locked at 3 o’clock

in the afternoon

to keep the outside

outside

years of closed-off living

develops nervous quirks,

twitches that remain hidden –

a wringing of the hands,

facing an object left or right,

right shoe goes on first,

one sock then one shoe and

never both socks then both shoes

.

the outside remains outside

the outside remains outside

the outside remains outside

.

inside is comfort

inside is protection

inside is not outside

.

do not let the outside in

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on January 29, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 48 Comments.

  1. The Big Seductor/Seducer……Yes! Can become enslaved. 👀👀👹👹

  2. Very nice poem, but I really want to remark about the update of your website. It’s gorgeous!

  3. It’s easy to stay hidden. But, it will find a meaningless life left in darkness. Step out, and open that door. There’s a world full of people who want to know you! I know I’m glad we met. I also love the new look. I could really use you to come to my house and give me help!
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  4. A sad statement about our times!

  5. I think we’re divided into two camps. Those who find peace and security inside their minds, and hearts, and houses, and see the outside as an enormous sea of fear. And those who flee from the fears inside their hearts, minds, and houses, and see the outside as the ideal distraction and protection from their inner demons. Although the reality is that it’s probably a swinging door with fears and fortunes on both sides.

  6. It’s a choice we all make at times
    No one gets away
    From the tormentors of life

  7. About two thirds of my first year of working alone at home, I started to get quirky as described. Isolation, however makes problems just short of brain damage. And the outside can crash in and burst the cocoon.

    • Thank you, Alan! 🙂 That time alone, isolated can bring things out of us that we didn’t even know were in there and we’re left asking, “Where did THAT come from?”

  8. Beautiful, sad, understandable, easy to relate to… thanks for sharing! 💙

  9. So raw and moving. Thank you

  10. Easy to get dragged in. But there are so many interesting people in here. But I do suggest we go outside sometimes. Great poem. Thankyou

    • Thank you, Helen! 🙂 I’ve been blessed with a great audience here and their comments are always so incredibly interesting. It is a great group! Maybe a nice day out in the sun… 😉

  11. For it is on the outside that we gain perspective to come in and write. 🙂

  12. Hmm . . . sounds like a writer. 🙂

  13. My wife now has an Aged Care package and I really enjoy the 6 hours I have to myself each week

  14. Opened doors are not for everyone. Proust shut himself away for years to create his masterwork. My wife says I suffer from cabin fever, but I don’t. After a lifetime of networking and obsequiousness, I value my solitude. My fellowship comes from within.

  15. Wow. Powerful poem. There have been periods in my life where I was afraid to join the outside world. You have a gift. Keep at it! 🙂

  16. Love the wordplay in this. It’s also oh so relatable.

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