The Doorway

The Doorway

A Poem by Perdition

The world forgets

setting clocks onto cold clay countertops

looking past the clouds and the doorways

disturbed in our phantom glare

we watch the sea with its sentinel regard

its wealth

its warmth and feverish cold


we watch the sea with its 

intimate cast

fisherman's bet,

unfathomable depths for

the angel's last dare

while all in all survives,


too busy to swim its smoky nest

too afraid to wander out onto what we are desperate to explore


we forget these things

and often the world as well

our eyes inclined to the colors of night

our jaws out in the alleyways alone


but the knock soon comes 

and beside it, the fever,

we hear its ultimate approach

like the angle from god’s lip whispering


and we rise from our chairs, awakening the sleepy mouse 

and begin dancing on moons made of sand

life ignites the pale moment of day into magic

yet what is it,

what is it that we so easily refuse

what is it that stands between us, with its hollow eyes

standing in the absent doorway

© 2019 Perdition

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Indeed! its the question of the day......What is it? It burns and swears. I become more aware of its eyes, glaring in the doorway.

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Added on October 11, 2019
Last Updated on October 12, 2019



Sometimes, VA

Writing is a way for me to transcend the edges around the edges of transcendence; if you catch my drift. Thank you for your wonderful reviews and please forgive me if I sometimes fail to do the same .. more..

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