Door

I am a door,
a vessel
that floats on shore,
open or closed
my heart is soul
and I have ancient eyes
that see
despite the clouds,
the shroud of minds.
I am a door
a vessel
on an open shore.

I am a leaf
from the book of life,
the way my body twists
is the key that I became,
seeking a room
a place to be.
I am knowledge,
yet still so ignoran,
I am the curve
that leans and learns
and turns the lock.

I dwell at the end of corridors,
the one painted blue
the other
unvarnished
the bareness true.
I am the load
divested
at the end of the day
I am reached
in the impenetrable
gloam.




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Written on 2016-07-29 at 12:30

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shells
I really enjoyed this, it is so thought provoking and possibly introspective. There is just something that I really liked about the final stanza,maybe it's the perceived finality of the last two lines. .
2016-08-01


Chaucer Whethers
Land&Shore, metaphor doors. It is an art.
2016-07-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice, great metaphors. I liked the leaning, learning curve.
2016-07-29


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Striking metaphors.
2016-07-29


Deeps
Poignant imagery. Inspiring words.
2016-07-29


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2016-07-29