Monday, January 18, 2016

Overwhelmed




















I shrink back from unsafe eye contact,
Dim the lights, dragon puff, back away.
Precedents were broken, guards cracked,
so I must regroup, decide to stay...

They think Im long gone...unconcerned,
seeing only the illusion of my white gates.
But I am no dragon, immune, unburned,
Nor a knight unaffected by these weights.

Doors and I have a standing agreement,
holding back tides for the keys that bind.
Not for trick, treat, insult or compliment,
but tenderness; warmth, gentle and kind.

Save me from my inescapably honest logic;
crushing nihilism's hopeless infinite defeat.
Suggest hope for the hurt, bruised, lovesick,
reach passed my walls to my child's heartbeat.





10 comments:

  1. Your poems tells me stories of my own.. of things I can't speak out.. as though to tell me I am not alone at this.. keep up the good work..it's like therapy!

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  2. Firmly between the worlds as usual , such a gift

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  3. Your poems have a wider connect, an interpretation that fits the lives of many... it is a treat reading them...

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  4. Doors and I have a standing agreement ~ quite brilliant! You never fail to impress, Michael.

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  5. Doors and I have a standing agreement..yes, the doors to different realities or perception. Traveling other dimensions of one self. I see a bit of me...

    I am no dragon, nor knight I think what we will see depends on which door is opened.

    Contemplative write...

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  6. Vunerability at its strongest. That is my impression from the poem. Honest, needing for the reader to see their side.Deep.

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  7. Deep and pretty at the same time. Bravo!

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  8. Oh how I love that poignant opening line...

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