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Not
the delicate pick, jointed
like a finger, textured the way you imagine
a cubist painting.
It has the name, true, but
its life and career depends on
a division, like an alchemist
with his heart spun in a crucible:
this side and that,
outside and in.  Though the door is
mod-pop color coated,
like a child in rain, the fact
remains.  Who would stop
and notice a locked door, if all
that it took was a turn of the handle?
But bolts and wheels--!
and rust resonates, with
a thick-and-silent click, like the setting of bones.
It names unspoken things from
our winter dreaming and winks--
that solid, adamantine block
upon which
the door hinges.

Magpie Tales

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9 comments:

  1. Lovely... especially:

    rust resonates, with
    a thick-and-silent click, like the setting of bones

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  2. Inventive and sharp; well done.

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  3. There are some wonderfully descriptive lines here. I especially like 'like a child in rain'.

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  4. ... 'mod-pop color coated, like a child in rain' ~~ my favorite line in a great poem!!

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  5. "...rust resonates, with
    a thick-and-silent click, like the setting of bones."
    "...It names unspoken things from
    our winter dreaming and winks--
    that solid, adamantine block
    upon which
    the door hinges."

    Love your word choices, they paint a very old picture despite the modern coat that the door wears. Just lovely.

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  6. Wow this is absolutely gorgeous I love it!

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  7. Well done indeed! What lies behind...

    Anna :o]

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  8. Well connected to Major Expressway such as Pan-Island
    Expressway (PIE) and Central Expressway (CTE) to get you to places in no time.

    the interlace condo

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