walk into the wall
walk into the wall, walk in
to the wall, walk into
the wall, walk into the oh,
there’s a door
*
key after key
after three-hundred-sixty-
six keys that do not
fit the keyhole I find
the door’s unlocked
*
stepping through the door
to find
another door
*
who built
all these doorways
anyway?
*
something about
a doorway—it seems to want
to be walked through
*
or is it the walker
who does the wanting,
already I feel
it rising me
curiosity
hi rumi-ette (i know-polically incorrect, but a compliment nonetheless)
love
“Who would prefer the jingle of jade pendants when once he has heard stone growing in a cliff?” Lao Tzu
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Wellspring of Imagination http://www.powerofpoetry.org/wellspring_of_Imagination.htm
hey dear owl … love to you, to evie …
Seems like a should start with a knock knock joke. Okay, seriously, the set works well, develops nicely too, not simply offers six isolated views. I hear Robert Frost behind one of those doors, which I like. Okay, now the joke.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Rumi-ette.
Rumi-ette who?
Rumi ette the poet. :>)
He ette her? I hope she didn’t give him indigestion!