door of the grass

from ‘Entropy of Love’ (2011)

 

without request

she was knocking

the door of the grass

she was crying with rain

to the windows of fire

she wished

she had been a

part of his heaven

but later she learned

that indeed

there were neither doors

 nor windows :

just the whispering waves

just the sky full of stars

just the wind that was him

in the solitude of

his freedom

Author's Note

sometimes neither knock nor request
is needed, because there is no door
and one has been so long-awaited.

p.s. the poem wasn't expected to be under
stood. so it hasn't. am i happy? rather sad

Reviews

[Nona]

"just the wind that was him

in the solitude of

his freedom"... beautiful lines! I can entirely, embrace-fully connect to this!

[MOON]

Dispense with the conventions and enter?

[Bare trees]

Death is silence when we wish there was a voice. The pain of losing someone is more crushing through that silence that is unforgiving and unending until we give up and look for a different kind of voice, here within our own hearts. Hope my interpretation was acceptable.

[WhiteWillow]

Sometimes we don't realize we isolate ourselves, and by our own doing. Live as if there are no barriers, and those who are meant to welcome you into their lives, will. Those who don't were never meant to be a part of your life.

[Marie]

To knock and not be answered...to request and not be heard...then dixcover what was waiting after all...

[J. J. Nightingale]

I waited for that door to open .. but it never did .. This one has passed now .. He valued His freedom, above my Love .. ..

Most Special words from the heart .. .. Jazz

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. a stunning thought ... rendered absolutely beautifully ...
. exquisite poetry, monsieur ...