Wednesday, June 26, 2013

What Doors Are For

Do we worship the sky through
A hole in the roof or step
Outside in search of proof?
Or find doors to walk past--
A beginning orchestra class
Of squeals and drumbeats,
Screams, bleats of instruments
Being slaughtered, from which
Will come music someday--
Under roiling winds that
Play over a new language
Escaped at doors and swirled
Under clouds in a new world.

5 comments:

  1. I love your poetry. I read it over and over and find different meanings; and not just one but all the lines are exceptional and must be given a great deal of thought. I don't know how you do it...you have a real gift.

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  2. Thanks Michelle, most kind.

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  3. Those who are bound in domesticy are viewing only part of the whole from their sheltered home; when they dare they get a step further outside but still want proof, meaning another kind of security. If I understand the language right, `doors to walk past' means leaving security behind you - which will bring pain and blunders as to those who have to try many times to learn to play an instrument, and not only that: play in harmony with others - but some day it happens and then there is something new instead of the old, imprisonning surroundings that were left behind - openenness and wide landscapes and nature: a new world, in which one can breathe.

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  4. 'Bleats of instruments, being slaughtered, from which will come music someday'

    This took me back to the kids as tots and reaching their achievements nowadays. In whole, it's a beautiful piece of poetry.

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