Saturday, July 24, 2010

It's not locked

It may be rusted,
but it's not locked,
this door you fear so much to open.
In fact, you could
just pull this handle here
and step inside,
into that dark place
where failure lies waiting.
Go ahead: open.
Taste, eat, and be fueled
by the power of your lost imaginings.
Or will you wait 'til they push through
and wander into your tidy life,
embarrassing you
with their unseemly belching?

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Maureen said...

Your images and poems would make such a wonderful complete to Joyce Rupp's "Open the Door".

Hannah Stephenson said...

This is a great poem, and I really love this photograph. Love rusty things.

Happy to have found you via Maureen!!