Melissa Eyler was the winner of the September Paragraphs Of Power contest. She has contributed one of her poems to the Halloween theme for my October blog.
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RELATIVITY ~
It’s amazing how the door still
creaks after it’s shut and yet, the wind outside is still.
That slab of wood is usually mute,
but just like all of us it has bad days.
It groans as if still a living tree
that suffers from old age and the shifting of the ground.
Or perhaps it mourns having once
lived in the sun and understands that it will never return to that golden age.
It’s amazing how the door still
creaks after its shut and yet, the wind outside is still.
Perhaps it’s just my recollection
of the sound it made when I passed through and closed it.
Maybe it’s just an echo in my mind
from some time ago.
Or possibly someone is there on the
other side pushing it open a bit.
It’s amazing how the door still
creaks after it’s shut and yet, the wind outside is still.
The sound is unnerving, but I mustn’t bemoan,
Though that door creaks on and on
and groans and yawns,
As if, someone else is here and I
am not truly alone.
It’s amazing how the door still
creaks after it’s shut and yet, the wind outside is still.
I dare not touch its screaming knob
that seals me in this room,
So I am long awaiting someone else
to set me free,
From this dark, drab place,
equivalent to a tomb.
It’s amazing how the door still creaks after it’s shut and yet, the wind
outside is still.
And clouds of black sneak in around
the cracks until the room is filled.
Yet I feel no fear, no urge to choke or twinge
of mortal pain
And have not worried of such things
since the moment I was killed.
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Thank you, Suz, for sharing my work on your blogs.
ReplyDeleteThis poem doesn't strive to meet the status quo for today's poetic trends. I believe that each work has its own voice. MDEyler