The Door Once Closed

Earth and plants

Life itself seemed to blossom

From each step he took in this place

 

Soil rolling from the sole of his shoe

Spreading out in front of the toes

Just to have streamers of grass push through

The healthy brown soil blossoming to seed

In between the tall grass

Ground cover seemed to snake its way through

Unfurling delicate leaves

All reaching out

Stretching forward in front

Filling in the blank space that was his sunset

 

Behind him stood what used to be a wall

And in the center stood a door

But he had to reclaim this place

Because the door had been bricked closed

 

He had spent hours studying the brick doorframe

With its matching wall

 

The message still stood out brilliantly in his mind

Somehow the words

No mans’ land

Had been sloppily spray painted

In long running letters over the brick door

 

He then spent days scraping the skin

From his fingers prying away bricks

Crumbling mortar

Freeing this doorway

 

And when the task was done

When the door swung open

He found that he was in a true blank space

 

The inside of the door was a void

Simply waiting for a mind to occupy and

Bring life to this walled off place

 

So he walked inside and let his mind unfurl

Caught in the nonexistent wind of his surreal dreamscape

The wall at his back became a mountain range

With a door set in the middle

The prairie spread out before his feet

Growing with each step

And his mind continued to weave

The fabric of this place

 

He found that he could add whatever memory

That pleased him

So the forests of his youth began to pepper the mountains

And ran towards his back

Bursting from the ground in a spray of soil

And the Indian paintbrush added orange to the

Carpet of windblown grass at his feet

 

He had found a way to surround himself with the sights and smells

The sounds and the pure feeling that he was longing for

He found here in the fictional valley

The remembrance he was missing

 

And when his eyes opened

He found that the meditation had taken him

Someplace new

 

Even though here in reality

He was nowhere near the valley

He could close his eyes and walk there for a moment if needed

 

The door once closed

Has been pried open

05/16/2012

Author's Note

0626 am

Reviews

[P.S.Chance]

mysterious. I like the multi - dimensional quality in your work.

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"So he walked inside and let his mind unfurl

Caught in the nonexistent wind of his surreal dreamscape

The wall at his back became a mountain range

With a door set in the middle

The prairie spread out before his feet

Growing with each step

And his mind continued to weave

The fabric of this place"

This is my favourite stanza. A riveting piece of writing. The "imagination" of every human being is very powerful and that is relayed beautifully through your infinitely poetic words.