There is a door in front of me
and beyond it I know nothing
On either side the horizon stretches away to unknowable infinity
yet it is that door I know will lead me through to the true infinite
Its frame is a border for the madness that lives within
leaking out into this place of sanity
Unseen hands take hold of my arms and pull me back
away from the crossing into worlds of fear
that breathe apart from the broken kings
who demand silence from their subjects
Ruling over realms of falsehood
they caress the bricks of their throne and know little else
nothing of the madness that even now comes spilling
from the lands encircling their kingdom
Failed crusades crawl through the legions that struck them down
desperate to warn the innocent of what is coming
The hordes watch them
daring the wounded to capture the true depravity
to convey the horror that comes sweeping along the horizon
This storm brewing in the deep
has long watched the lands it waited to ravage
and now finds truth in the bricks ground to dust
beneath its advance into the unknowable pain of dominion
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In line with yesterday’s post, I started this out as a short story. Then I began to think it may serve better as a poem. It may be that as long as I’m writing the novel I’ve been working on, all my prose efforts might need to be focused there. I guess I’ll just keep on writing down whatever comes to mind.
Please forgive the self-indulgence (:
Also! Thank you so much to all my readers for helping me reach 1,000 total followers. It’s actually a bit unbelievable, but I couldn’t be happier!
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Congratulations on crossing 1k followers. You deserve it.
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Thanks so much (:
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Whatever comes to mind is sounding pretty good from here. :)) I like the process notes at the end, too. And congrats on 1K followers!
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Thanks so much! Cheers (:
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Thank you for all your kind support of my blog recently! Much appreciated, and I’m happy to get to know your writing!
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Great title applying to an area of what is the political arena.
The symbolism of doors is a powerful reminder of what to move sight away from with it’s origins relating at tombs.
As you know, the continuable areas of infinity are interesting to explore.
One of my interests is what a leadership area can always do and you are showing that by relating the opposite.
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Thanks Trudy! It does seem the political has inundated current life in a strange and pervasive way. I don’t know if it’s always been like this, but it feels somehow different.
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Congrats on the 1000!
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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Most welcome!
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The door a fine metaphor – open door, closed door, infinity, closed in … I love the words.
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Thanks Carolyn (:
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