double check the bolted door
who's rusted hinges cry out,
at the sight of stray footsteps
leaving marks along the way
&& a sound upon the wood,
not like the wind piercing through,
not like the cement clouds caving in
not like the roof split, splintering
it was a knock.
on a fragile foundation.
a demand for a reply.
but who's up for conversation at this hour?
can't you read the sign?
has the air of disconnection
clouded your senses
too? wasn't it you?
double check, but the door's still locked
the hinges haven't swung loose all night
and my trembling steps end up at your door
we left marks along the way
well my fist hesitated,
but i thought i'd try to
return the favor. . . ?
something close. . . .
sounded more like the wind piercing through,
like the cement clouds caving in
like the roof split, splintering. . . . . .
it was a knock.
on a fragile foundation.
a demand for a reply.
you weren't up for conversation at that hour
but you'd left marks along my way
Author notes
first part is person A coming to person B, person B being "unresponsive"
second part is person B coming back to person A, person A lets person B it's too late
so it's been a long week
Comments
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Knocking ...
It's early AM and I have been reviewing some of my comments and found that you had left your calling card awhile ago. As for this poem ... it has merit and quite the poem that stimulates reflection. Interesting to say the least. j
y
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excellent
You have expressed how difficult it is to get through to some people. Some do not wish to communicate, leaving us frustrated.
I love all of the metaphors you use in this poem.
Great work!
Jeannette
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Well, sounds like a communication breakdown. Relationship troubles? No need to answer, it's basically just rhetorical.
I've done the dance before...the circling around unable to be at the door when there is a knock...or unwilling...
There are a lot of long weeks, I'm glad this one is behind you, hopefully the next will seem short...happiness always seems short...sadly.
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