Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Unlocked

A wanderer
in dark and light places
over thresholds unrestrained
lone expanse of blank walls
bare floors begging to hold
stark windows a screaming beacon
teasing with paths not walked.

Empty smiles returned
with an aching jaw
around corners, another
from the floor, a third
smelling of blind nescience
like fading puddles under dry heat.

A key shines in the dark
gold, or just fools
perched on the ledge of an ear
mumbling smoky promises
of an open door,
a wisp between reaching fingers.

Fickle and frail
this wandering thing
let it pierce the rusted groove.
With mortise freed, grace then fled
and the lock fell
to the floor.


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4 comments:

  1. That is why I am the slave girl.

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  2. next to last stanzxa is my favorite

    " a key shines in the dark...gold,or just fools
    perched on the ledge of an ear"

    That was so vivid. THanks for letting me read this, dear.

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  3. @ dafeenah- Whatever. You are slave to no one. You are every bit as talented as I, but you have wicked experiences that I don't. Street cred, baby.

    And being the obsessed perfectionist that I am not, I had to go back and fix the rhymey part. It was bothering me.

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