Unlocked

Like a rusted lock
On a decaying latch
Forgotten key
To a door that eyesight
Has not seen for time immeasurable
Like the pressure of the ocean
Locks the souls
In their watery coffins
Like the sun
Captured the Earth
Things that seem locked
Are simply not

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

So true. No door remains barred to the right key holder.

[April Blue]

I love the title of this piece and the each line really captured my attention, the way the words come together is truly wonderful, I also like the message it gives..

[Nipplegrinder]

Thank you so much! I'm so pleased you like this!

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the honest tone and wisdom shared. Made the reader ponder and think. Locked door can be entered? Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Nipplegrinder]

Thanks so much, John. I appreciate it, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for sharing this interesting poem. The last two lines are the “making” of this piece. But of course they have to be being the punch line, the coup-de- gras of a simile like poem which is not a simile at all but a contradiction rather than a comparison. I’m willing to take on faith that not everything that appears locked really is. But a little provenance somewhere in the middle of the poem would be pleasant, some argument while if not compelling at least feisty, that supports the final assertion. In short I wish you had taken a hammer, the universal key, to that rusted lock. Damn the WD 40, full speed ahead.

[Nipplegrinder]

Well, thanks Del. I dunno. I had a linear mindframe when penning this. As always, thank you for a thoughtful review.