Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Door


The door had slammed in violent thud
between your heart and mine,
and handled holding could not help;
division was defined.

I felt the splintered panelling,
which drove between our minds,
and knew that it had ended;
the past was left behind.

And yet my hands kept holding,
the key to break divide,
and love sat silent, waiting;
until you did decide.

Such barriers between two souls,
cannot be changed by one,
and each must seek to open doors;
new lives are thus begun.

The days of patient waiting,
can turn to months or years,
but when the lock is turned by love,
there is no time, no fears.







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DOOR

15 comments:

  1. I love how you carried the door metaphor throughout the piece. This is lovely.

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  2. The first stanza drew me in and you carried the emotion through to the end. I agree with Draug - the door metaphor worked well!

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  3. This is lovely! Beautiful rhythm and such rich emotion.

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  4. and love sat silent, waiting... love that phrase.

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  5. Awesome work. The first stanza really does set the whole thing up beautifully.

    Thanks for linking up! Don't forget to come back to vote!

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  6. Great turn of event... from disaster to turn around in hope.

    Seems we choose a similar door in our poems.

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  7. This is lovely writing and a beautiful sentiment. I like how it went from hopeless to hopeful. Well done.

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  8. it seems patience is a virtue, after all - lovely expression

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  9. splintered panelling... great visualization for such a heartbreaking end to things.

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  10. Wow,wow,wow!Loved this & could relate to it totally:-)

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  11. So sad, thank you for sharing this. LM x

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