Keys

Wrapped in the pale gown of

The morning fog, or wearing the

Dark, heavy coat of evening,

I’ve been pacing between

The house and these iron bars

That keep me locked in my world.

The deer and the wild boar fear the

Strict angles of the house, and

Are suspicious of the boulders

Arranged in unnatural constellations.

It is here on this land that

I must discover the world;

Where I am to unlock the

Doors that guard the secrets

Of the heart with keys hidden in the

Budding, blooming, and fading

Flowers, in the flight of birds, and

In the moonlight that wakes me

Gently and lights my way

To the end of the path and back

On my nocturnal walk above

The valley.

Your words I also carry for a key, and

When I’d almost give up and accept my fate

Behind these bars, they grab and twist my soul

Like a hand that pushes a door open in the

Iron sky of my mind.

Wisdom descends on us like dew:

Stand still long enough and it’ll

Soak you with its cool waters.

Speak your truth then unceasingly, for

It is the force to pry open a gate

Somewhere rusting on the edge of

Someone’s heart.

Author's Note

I believe that explanations provided to art are not necessary, what's more they are a testament to the artist's lack of skill to express his/her realizations, as well as a fear that the audience might not give the work enough attention to unlock its meaning. Having said all this, I'd like to explain, or rather acknowledge what gave birth to this writing. I've been listening to interviews with homeless people, abandoned teenagers, prostitutes, drug addicts, and pimps. These people were extremely honest, open and articulate, and that alone was a very rich source of wisdom. There were no great conclusions, only the act of expression, of speech, of body language, of tears, of silence, and in spite of that, or because of that, these interviews were very enlightening. It's not a good word, but I have no word to express the inexpressible. It was beyond the reach of thought, stirring up great, unnamable feelings. The experience renewed my faith in and passion for writing because the very act of it may open doors in someone somewhere so that they may see a little more of life, of themselves.

Reviews

[AmandaRios]

My take on this piece is being a prisoner to a product of your environment. Wanting more and knowing you deserve more, but not being able to escape from "your box."

Stand still long enough and it’ll
Soak you with its cool waters.

Lovely. It's all about escaping, surviving and learning. Taking that knowledge to improve our inner-self.

[Delmar Cooper]

Without the explanation of your inspiration, I would never have guessed your point of beginning. It matters to you, or you would not have furnished the epilogue. I am glad you did because I can now see things invisible prior to reading your note. My confusion is altered. Thanks.

[poetgurl]

This is amazing.............

[LJW]

This is beautiful.


My favorite part:
I’ve been pacing between

The house and these iron bars

That keep me locked in my world.

The deer and the wild boar fear the

Strict angles of the house, and

Are suspicious of the boulders

Arranged in unnatural constellations.

It is here on this land that

I must discover the world;

[Laz K.]

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