The walls of his rooms are completely bare.
You would think that it must, indeed, be rare
for a person to live within walls so bare.
But he likes it that way; he likes to stare
into the blankness enclosing his lair.
His mind is full, but his walls are bare.
His mind can work in the clear, plain air.
His mind can work, infused by his brain,
creating notions inspired and inane.
His mind is full, but his head is bare.
His head holds scarcely a trace of hair.
This poem can, perhaps, be read as a kind of sequel to the poem “Lions and Tigers”, that I published on this blog a few weeks ago. I was thinking about that poem, which made me start thinking about the subject of “walls” in general. The next thing I knew, the idea for “Bare Walls” suddenly popped into my head.
And now, some IMPORTANT NEWS FOR FOLLOWERS OF THIS BLOG. A first collection of my poems has just been published, entitled “The Bunuel Martini and Other Poems”. It is available as an e-book for Kindle (Price £1.99) and as a paperback book (Price £4.99), and you can get it from https://www.lulu.com and https://www.amazon.co.uk