the sound of small doors closing

the earth’s got a million walls, a
thousand places to mime yourself
shut, a live person crammed into
a small in
-visible box. what of

bridges? trellised places we might
climb and rhyme and stand
to gather our songs. arches
reaching deep toward the sun,
joints for holding
hands and hearts. we might

cross. we might jump
-start something new. we
might burn
the day at
both ends and befriend
our own fears. we might
steer clean by, ignore
the toll
it all takes. we

might shake
the loose dirt off our
borrowed shoes and
lose the locks and clocks
and cages and draw
ourselves in
vivid colors, candied
edges. we might

teeter along precarious
edges to prove our
selves brave.

save me a place
pointing north,
with a view of the



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15 Responses to the sound of small doors closing

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh, De, can you ever write, girl!!!!!! I so love this.

  2. erbiage says:

    toll, nice. They can be quite steep, my local big bridge is $15

  3. sanaarizvi says:

    This is absolutely stunning a write, De ❤️ especially in awe of ” trellised places we might climb and rhyme and stand (together) to gather our songs.” 😘

  4. lillian says:

    LOVE so much about this! “burn the day at both ends” —
    ourselves in
    vivid colors, candied
    ooooh I would love to have candied edges 🙂
    The Sound of Small Doors Closing…..and then the poem moves from walls and people crammed in to a sense of freedom, trellised places to gather song….a sense of freedom takes up the pace. I love how this poem seems to move me right with its words and then there’s even a bit of recklessness, but not negatively so, when we think we might teeter a bit. And then, for me at least, it ends in a sense of calm….a choice…hmmm really gets me thinking. Our bridges we cross through stages of life? Yep — you’ve done it here….gotten me to think beyond your words for connections and ideas. Ah….your poem is a bridge in the words of another dVerse entry for this one.
    Fun to read yours this morning with my first steaming cup — a bit decadent these days and sleeping in more 🙂

  5. Rod E. Kok says:

    oh good grief. This poem just about brought me to my knees. It seems you have written this just for me. Thank you.

  6. Grace says:

    Love your word breaks and ending lines De ~ Jump-start, I like the view of the sea ~

  7. This is just great. It is just so good.

  8. The title is so excellent… and the hyphens… this feels like we need that place in the last stanza… a breather perhaps.

  9. Now it is I who am DE-LIGHTED…Wonderful dancing words that lighten up a dark January day for me.

  10. maria says:

    Ah, yes! Same me a place like that too. 😀 Love those vivid colors and candied

  11. A BRain IS A poTenTial
    HouSing oF A ZiLliOn
    and more
    connect.. ‘tween
    tEars separate
    from Body
    IS half
    SoUl thaT makes..:)

  12. rosemawrites says:

    ““burn the day at both ends” —
    ourselves in
    vivid colors, candied

    geez. so so so so good. ❤ ❤ ❤ and that last line is such a sweet exhale.

  13. Misky says:

    clever linebreaks, De. A slight deviation from your usual style!

  14. lynn__ says:

    You carry us across (together) with your rhymes and enjambment 🙂

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