No more

I have been programmed not to feel

but the latch slips off

every now and again

the sticky door opens

a sweet fragrance emits

tandem dragonflies

sally forth

an illusion

for the fourth time in seven days

concrete slides off like jello

mountains fall down dark in their hollow beds

fairytales linger by my side

little lights

touching my skin

where can I go crying like this?

-to the woods?

-to the laundry mat?

-to the corner of your heart

where you used to keep me

no more

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like the ' sticky door opens for the fourth time in seven days' .. makes me wonder of the numbers four and seven... and the last verse..where can i go crying like this?
and you have laundry mat .. i like that it is a clever line..
Good poem.

Chloe

[John Waits]

"the sticky door opens.........for the fourth time in seven days"
I know and hate that feeling all too well. Like I have been taken advantage of again. It's a sad poem but I am drawn

[Iota]

I remember feeling deep emotions after something tragic. I would push them down and try to continue with life but something always happened and the gates would open to these intense feelings followed by anger. Where can we go when we are like this? Many answers to this question but each person must find there own heaven and peace within them. For me it was meditating on the future where things were different. I thought it, I saw it, talked about it than made it happen. This is a great emotional write, a true keeper.