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Behind The Door I see people open the door and step out. Then shut the door behind and disappear. I rush to the doorway, open it quickly. They seem to have dissolved into the day. I see them nowhere within my sight. At an appointed time, the door swings open. Voila! There they show as if its magic. Where did they go? What did they possibly do? What goes on behind doors where none see? Is that the time to do as you please? Here now, next they're gone, and then they return. The doorway seems a portal to beyond. When I step through the opening I'm still here. I have not gone nor vanished into air. I look down and I always see me. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2006-08-31 16:12:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.87500
Reminds me of an out of body experience you have (or had). Were you connected to someone or something by a golden thread? I had such an experience once only. Scared the crap out of me.! I think you can make this "sound" better by taking out.............Voila! There .......what do you think?
This piece appears to be a re-working of your schemata or inner self ...Jungian talk here.
Interesting poem...kind of different for you.