small door to open

small door to open

small door to open
mortar tight
pain a beast
that holds it shut
pink footfalls caught
on shredded glass
the path to walk
a lost embrace
now volley
grief in slow degrees
approach the door
avoid the breeze
that time reveals
in poignant love
small door to open
no one there

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

He says, come, hold this hand awhile...there's not much further to go...everything that went before was only shades and forms and echoes...over there, see that light...come, walk with me, walk with me...

[Tracie Skarbo]

I get the feeling this is about a lost part of childhood for some reason... perhaps the fact it is a small door and a pink football. I felt the loneliness too. I don't think you want to go back, but I get the sense you want to correct something in the past...just an impression. Either that or it is about your daughter growing up and leaving the nest...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Those quick fast lines really catch you and makes it roll right off the tongue. A great sense of lost love and loneliness I feel here.