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Closing Time
I approach a closed door
A resisted attempt at twisting the knob
Locked.
For those of you that know me
Most likely you expect the wooden construct
To be consumed ravenously by chemical fire
Or
Melted down to a liquid
A puddle reduced by lyrical witchery
Maybe
Dissolve into a curtain of smoke
Thinning like incense off my body as I pass through the entry
Not today
The movement is gone
A dancing candle is replaced by a stale, steady fluorescent gloaming
The door remains solid
A resisted attempt at twisting the knob
Locked.
For those of you that know me
Most likely you expect the wooden construct
To be consumed ravenously by chemical fire
Or
Melted down to a liquid
A puddle reduced by lyrical witchery
Maybe
Dissolve into a curtain of smoke
Thinning like incense off my body as I pass through the entry
Not today
The movement is gone
A dancing candle is replaced by a stale, steady fluorescent gloaming
The door remains solid
Published 20th Jun 2011
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20th Jun 2011 7:28pm
20th Jun 2011 9:10pm
Anonymous
20th Jun 2011 7:30pm
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20th Jun 2011 9:11pm
Though you kind of answered
I still wonder.
This is stunning, i adore every part.
I love how you used a wooden object as a metaphore.
The whole piece is laced with real feeling. (imo)
\"the door remains solid\" ..that line alone has such impact.
I love it DY
I still wonder.
This is stunning, i adore every part.
I love how you used a wooden object as a metaphore.
The whole piece is laced with real feeling. (imo)
\"the door remains solid\" ..that line alone has such impact.
I love it DY
20th Jun 2011 10:48pm
2nd Oct 2011 9:35am
Fabulous poem, the way you keep everyone up too speed - it doesn't go off on the usual tangent. I really enjoyed this one from you :)
