Fright wont open
no fear behind
the door itself makes dread
veil to threaten
expected conjecture of
your own unexpected.
Scare yourself shadow concealed
nothing but turning away
conjures a voice insistent
calling to hear your own
for you to turn around.
Strange how fears when hidden
grow enormity of substance
borrowed into spaces
we only have yet to fill.
Less than pain which put them
a ghostly screaming flower
we hate to hear still suffer
for a simple splash of water
to easily welcome tears.
No door, no sweat, no ghost
crazy-scared of own oblivion
nothing'd without its lid
Here I watch you open
smile and laugh together
more ease in deeper breath
the freshness of release.
Author notes
Thank you
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Welcome any sincere response and critique
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I am with Nic here those lines give such an essence to the piece. The write is tight with great images. A very lovely and strong entry.
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Thank you so much Cheryl!
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Strange how fears when hidden
grow enormity of substance
The essence of this poem is in those lines that I've quoted. Indeed strange how fear and holding back can grow in the mind and close all doors...Very nice tight piece of writing that speaks to both the spiritual and the romantic... the things of the heart. Leo Buscaglia said "love is always open arms...". Loved the open smile at the end. Lovely poetry - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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... and thank you!
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I guess
As they say in numbers there is strength. But behind those closed doors. Perhaps in this fine poem we see the real US.
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Thanks for your comment... wise words I think Bob.
Not to be afraid of seeing the real US, yes!
Then to find the true strength of confidence in being more completely ourselves.
Thank you my friend.
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