Five Doors

Five Doors

A Poem by KristaK
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This really doesn't make much sense, I guess if you use your imagination...

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 Five doors stood against a wall,

         a wooden latch on each.

The fourth of them was unpainted.

         The others were solid black.

Razors scarred three,

         whitewash rushing through.

Two were littered with nails,

         Like playing cards on a table.

Inside one there was the sun,

         secretly a bright star.

The door opened forward,

         And threw a bar upon the floor.

© 2009 KristaK


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This is pretty cool.
OK, I am in a barn facing a row of stalls, the building is abandoned for some time. It is white with black trim.
Two of the doors, lie broken down, not repaired at all, and the sun shines through..... a knothole in the back wall, a star.... then the door opens and a tool is thrown down. The farmer maybe.
That's the best I can do.....


Posted 15 Years Ago


I don't know what it means either but it does make one want to unlock the meaning..."Inside one there was the sun" that was my favorite line can be understood and misunderstood on many levels, layers and labyrinths. Nice work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


And the sun said... go on, raise it =D

Posted 15 Years Ago



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KristaK
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