(a snapshot)
.
Why is the doorknob blue?
Can you
see the blurring on the edges,
the ledges of the world
……….and war
……………….within?
Scratch the surface
of the center. Make the keyhole
your home. Focus
on the paint flecks, the specks
of sky that spatter, the anti
-matter aperture of space.
Trace your hand along
the possibilities of what lies
behind,
beneath,
before.
A mushroom? An ocean?
A storm? A stone?
Close the shutter.
And fold the door
in
…..two.
Open, says me.
.
I’m cheater-combo-ing yesterday’s and today’s prompts from Quickly.
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Best. Title. Ever.
I’m picturing an autumn tree trapped inside a box. But this particular box has a trap door in the ceiling instead of the floor, and the door opens so that the leaves can fly up into the sky and tell a story.
They’ve been knocking and knocking and knocking, but no one would open the door. So dang it, they had to do it themselves. Hey, why can’t leaves have hands too?
Love these:
“Make the keyhole
your home. Focus”
“the specks
of sky that spatter, the anti
-matter aperture of space”
“Close the shutter.
And fold the door”
I knew you’d like that title. I kind of only like the title, but wanted to get it posted. I have not been in the poeming mood in a few days. Crazy busy with family in town, but also missing you.
I’ve got a couple up for you. Different link from the music one.
I have NO current links. Please e me.
Click on my name, right up there. 🙂
I do love the title. This has an Alice-in-Wonderland vibe. I love the first line – such a toddler-like question!
Trace your hand along the possibilities …Gosh that’s a beautiful line. It’s one of those line that you read and say, “I wish I wrote that”
Loved this.
This has such a jolly feel to it!