how like a closing door
am I
threshold cased in tattletale gray
edges planed by reality
hinges creak like laughter lost
as dreams echo off cold stone walls
in a room that knows no sound
while the night latch gleams it's gilded grin
...closed
Author notes
Photo Credit: "Closed Door" by "Softly Spoken"
In a list
A contest entry
- in the dialect of doors by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me how you feel
Comments
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there is a sense of decay, of starkness and diminishing in this fine piece of poetry ... with few words laden with depth of thought and meaning, you have earned an emerald from Nicolette in her contest and I congratulate you for doing so with this powerful poem ...
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Beautiful metaphoric personification of closed doors.This merited gold in this readers eyes! Fit of image is perfecto too.
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Wow. ONLY an HM? I will have to check out the winners here. This is absolutely amazing. "hinges creak like laughter lost" THAT line moved every bone in my body.
Excellent writing. A pleasure to read and enjoy. ~Pamela
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It is always a great pleasure to read your thoughts dear sister. You write with a passion that few can grasp and hold in their hands.
There are "doors that are closed" because it would not be good for me to walk through them ever again. There are doors that were closed by others, locked, leaving me no access.
The self-inflicted closed door is closed of my own choosing. The possibility of re-opening that door exists but the process is slow because of dark-incident and mistrust.
Your poem weilds a strong sword of truth. Your usual appreciation for the written word is stark in this poem. I love;
"as dreams echo off cold stone walls
in a room that knows no sound"
I have walls such as this in the chambers of my heart because of pain. I do know that someday they will be knocked down and the door of release, relief, and revelation will be the key that opens and frees.
Exquisite work! Congratulations on earning the Honorable Mention in this challenge!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Sometimes, dear heart, a closed door is the best defense we have, the only shield of protection against the bruising winds of life and emotional predation. I feel that my heart is a closed door, much of the time. For me it is a refuge inside itself, the only way to hide when all else is wrong around me.
As always, I love your metaphorical usage and imagery. "Tattletale gray" seems to always tell on me, too. I don't think I could come up with anything so deep, thoughtful or poignant at this time--too much stress. I'm working now (and it looks like I'm going to have to get another job already) so I don't know where I can find the spare time to wind down. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find some...but it's doubtable.
I hope you are well.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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each line holds so much imagery, like Nic it is hard to pick one
but I do love the tattletale gray...a reference to that door talking huh...lol
save that for another write
excellent writing
peace and hugs Muddy
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Sometimes a closed door is the safest way to protect us from hurtful things coming through. I love the metaphoric use of a door in describing a residual undescribable feeling.
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I do like the tone of this one and the sadness of writing yourself in reference to the door. It is lovely poetry here C
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I'm so happy to see you writing again, Mary and to see you here in my contest. Jaaaa... i understand the "no exit", the closed door and the no entry so very very well. There are so many phrases and images here that I love that if i were to pick my favourite one i'd have to copy this entire poem. Such a sadness here.. this one just made itself sit in my eyes...and my throat. Beautiful poetry... thank you for writing your door this way...
~ Nicolette
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