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The Gate
The gate stands by a field that leads down the slope to a river.
The gate opens with a creak, its wood rough after years of use.
From the gate, one can see the water, smooth, almost silent,
A steady stream that is always there,
A faithful friend, like the creaking gate.
The gate opens with a creak, its wood rough after years of use.
From the gate, one can see the water, smooth, almost silent,
A steady stream that is always there,
A faithful friend, like the creaking gate.
Published 11th May 2021
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11th May 2021 1:09am
I enjoyed this because there is something about inanimate objects, such as gates, which also serve a duality of liminal space: the in between of coming and going; here and there; arriving and departing. I have a photography series on gates, most of them older, some hanging on hinges, even. They're fascinating things with so much history passing through them, literally.
11th May 2021 10:39pm
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11th May 2021 10:51pm
11th May 2021 3:38am
Dear L,
A stalwart friend that gate. Something to be relied upon, that you think will always be there. Without it the entire area is forever changed. I feel like a broken record but every time I read a poem by you I can envision a scene by your incredible descriptions. A calming tonic with beautiful imagery. H🌷
A stalwart friend that gate. Something to be relied upon, that you think will always be there. Without it the entire area is forever changed. I feel like a broken record but every time I read a poem by you I can envision a scene by your incredible descriptions. A calming tonic with beautiful imagery. H🌷
11th May 2021 10:52pm
11th May 2021 5:12pm
Dear Lozzamus,
First of all, it's a very touching picture, the creaking gate and the silent stream, the two friends that remain while everything is getting unfamiliar to us as we don't see very often. It reminds me of life itself. We always like friends because they are the familiar beings that we feel comfortable when we see.
First of all, it's a very touching picture, the creaking gate and the silent stream, the two friends that remain while everything is getting unfamiliar to us as we don't see very often. It reminds me of life itself. We always like friends because they are the familiar beings that we feel comfortable when we see.
11th May 2021 10:54pm
