My poem below was published as part of a TweetSpeak Poetry post of New Year poetry. I don't think I ever posted it here at my own blog. Enjoy!
Passage
You spin, and the whole world turns
upside down. Roots become growth
until one someday you have a brass
plate on an inauspiciously solid door.
The tarnished keyhole makes you blue.
You fancy knocking again, like the idea
of being positioned for things to happen.
Just look and see! You are where you are
supposed to be. What is directly in front
of you is nothing, really, but your choice.
Don't think for a second you have to have
experience. You can tell your story on one
knee, with one eye pressed against glass,
whenever you hear it. Make your vision
wide-angled; imagination becomes the lens.
You only need broad daylight to consider
the questions.
© Maureen E. Doallas
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4 comments:
Love how those line-breaks vibrate with possible (and sometines opposing) options--espeically in the stanza:
Just look and see! You are where you are
supposed to be. What is directly in front
of you is nothing, really, but your choice.
This is one fine piece of work. I read it several times.
Hits the spot.
I LOVE "The tarnished keyhole makes you blue."
Enjoy, I did. Thank you for sharing, and I thank the Universe for steering me this way.
d.j. posner,
author/poet
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