The Doorway

The world forgets

setting clocks onto cold clay countertops

looking past the clouds and the doorways

disturbed in our phantom glare

we watch the sea with its sentinel regard

its wealth

its warmth and feverish cold

 

we watch the sea with its 

intimate cast

fisherman's bet,

unfathomable depths for

the angel's last dare

while all in all survives,

 

too busy to swim its smoky nest

too afraid to wander out onto what we are desperate to explore

 

we forget these things

and often the world as well

our eyes inclined to the colors of night

our jaws out in the alleyways alone

 

but the knock soon comes 

and beside it, the fever,

we hear its ultimate approach

like the angle from god’s lip whispering

 

and we rise from our chairs, awakening the sleepy mouse 

and begin dancing on moons made of sand

life ignites the pale moment of day into magic

yet what is it,

what is it that we so easily refuse

what is it that stands between us, with its hollow eyes

standing in the absent doorway

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

....I chuckle here...it’s non but ourselves...we need to get out the way...y can’t they see....wise man is silent ...not afraid...accepts...just is in the sounds of silence...watching waiting and hearing much...oh how it makes me smile...simplicity I love it so....take me wherever I need to go...wonderful mind you have...don’t stop don’t stop...through the sky’s tears many truths are revealed...let it cry...rains of truth...tears of truth....catch the answers as they fall...🌹

[Perdition]

Stop even if I could...I would not dare. thanks again Kelly and it never ceases to amaze me when I return to these older poems...seems as if some other hand of fortune took hold to write what I could not...but I suppose I have no one else to blame but myself..lol. Smiles!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Indeed! its the question of the day......What is it? It burns and swears. I become more aware of its eyes, glaring in the doorway.