Riders on the Storm

afe31-img_0476Awesome photo by Lillian Hallberg.

“Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.”
Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

“Why it’s simply impassible!
Alice: Why, don’t you mean impossible?
Door: No, I do mean impassible.
(chuckles) Nothing’s impossible!”
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

 

..

We choose
(you snooze, you lose)
door number one
or door number two,
which one will have
the better view?

We knock,
and it shall be
(opened)
sought. (For)Given. Found.

Knuckles bound
by scars, we know it’s
a portal. A prize. A trap.
A place to change your life,
or take a nap.

We hide
old bones in closets
under papery skin,
begin to wonder when
to open up
and what should remain

……………………….closed.

We give
them all the bells
and whistles, all the
trappings
(welcome mats, deadbolts),
all the boldest colors
we can brush stroke,
as if to say
Come in,
…………..stay.

We say
that when one
closes, there is
always a window, even
if we cannot yet see the
forest, or the
trees.

We knew
(once upon a time)
whether we were going
or coming, how to
break on through
to the other side.

 

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Prompted by Lillian’s doors prompt over at 
dVerse Poetics. Come play! 

 

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24 Responses to Riders on the Storm

  1. kanzensakura says:

    Seems yet again, we hit similar notes … jim morrison. Old bones in closets…whether to open or let that door stay closed. I hope you are planning to do another. Please ma’am, may I have some more? Impossible/impassible….your word plays are just the key in the locking turning to let us into a poetic adventure.

  2. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Sigh, your usage of parentheses never ceases to amaze me ❤ ❤
    Beautifully rendered.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. Grace says:

    Love the games we play with doors but I believe that when a door closes, another one is opening though we may not see it ~ This is my favorite part:

    We knock,
    and it shall be
    (opened)
    sought. (For)Given. Found.

  4. lillian says:

    I must start to experiment with parentheses! I love the ellipse but have not ventured here yet. Great take on the prompt….glad you enjoyed this photo. It’s actually of a door in Boston’s posh Beacon Hill neighborhood! 🙂 Seen when we finally sprang for the money and did the “secret garden” tour last summer! 🙂

  5. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Jim Morrison wrote wonderful poetry too, & the doors of perception seemed so very essential to me in 1968. This piece feels hip, lyrical & existential, with a pinch of Lewis Carroll to liven the mix; only thing left out was Dr. Seuss; loved it.

  6. timkeen40 says:

    I said impassible, nothing’s impossible. A little Alice in Wonderland Wisdom.

  7. ihatepoetry says:

    Come in, stay. Yes, that’s how this feels.

  8. therisa says:

    Almost was expecting, Jim Morrison, to start singing, when I saw the title, De. As if, he had came back, from the other side, to enlighten us, what’s there. I wonder, if someone was to come back, would we believe them?

  9. We knew
    (once upon a time)….. not sure why but this makes me think of something? C S Lewis said… another wonderful word trip, de

  10. Nan Mykel says:

    I like, “A place to change our life or take a nap.” Aint it the truth!

  11. Olga says:

    Loved the quotes to set the mood of your piece. Lots to think about while reading and re-reading. What is life about…to see through the window or open the door or much more? Yes, we use to know how to get to the other side.

  12. jillys2016 says:

    The pivot line – ‘as if to say’ says so much! A house-of-mirrors feel – marvelous!

  13. Charley says:

    We hide
    old bones in closets
    under papery skin,
    begin to wonder when
    to open up
    and what should remain

    ……………………….closed.

    You have touched upon something in this stanza that is truly universal — the swinging door of aging. We begin to wonder… You’ve said it nicely, strongly, and poetically… all in the same verse.

  14. jaybluepoems says:

    Doors… unimaginable yet always imaginable… nice reference to the Doors…

  15. kim881 says:

    My favourie lines:
    We hide
    old bones in closets
    under papery skin,
    begin to wonder when
    to open up
    and what should remain

    ……………………….closed.

  16. Bryan Ens says:

    Love the many ways that you have used doors. Who knows what’s on the other side?

  17. vronlacroix says:

    You encapsulate articulately the uses of doors, negative and positive

  18. Misky says:

    Gosh, this has a brilliant meter and rhythm to it. Love it.

  19. Oh, my goodness. I just love the way your play with words.

  20. You packed a lot into this one, De…internal rhyme, wordplay, flow and oh-so-much meaning.

  21. PSC says:

    Yup! What they all said — and then some! Love the intermingling of serious & silliness. My favorite part:
    Knuckles bound
    by scars, we know it’s
    a portal. A prize. A trap.
    A place to change your life,
    or take a nap.

  22. Enjoyed this very much!

  23. World of spoon fed from
    birth domesticated cats
    we are with
    collared
    school..
    wrapped around
    the fingers of culture
    we are.. always school..
    always work.. little
    windows
    no looking
    glass within
    to move connect
    and create internally
    eternally
    SinG
    and DancE
    Free…
    A Hurricane
    outside.. a calm
    within we generate
    or
    not..:)

  24. maria says:

    I love this! Especially these lines,
    We knew
    (once upon a time)
    whether we were going
    or coming,

    ~it speaks to me beyond words. 😀

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