The Poet’s Chamber Door
by Samuel De Lemos
The poet piously hands you a key to enter into his concealed chamber—the one he discovered and built.
It’s the same house that carefully guards Pythagoras’ theorem, Husserl’s Dialectics and Cervantes’ Don Quixote.
It’s the house that stores great Jazz music, Mozart’s Requiem, and Picasso’s Blue Period.
All truthful artist, have selectively fashioned their own chamber keys that hide their personal treasures inside.
Within the first stanza of a poem, if you are perfectly still and your mind is free of distractions you can faithfully enter in.
Once inside, you can run barefooted on sun-drenched prairie grass, dip your toes into the sea of love or taste the fragrance of moonlit jasmine while your hand caresses the infinite sky.
You can wallow in the melancholy of sorrow, wade the lake of despair or take a train ride through the forest of transcendence, while katydids hum at butterflies.
But first, you must be willing to lose yourself, if only for a moment , concentrate on listening while quietly opening the poet’s chamber door and
Leaving all your baggage outside.