My response to Christine’s latest Invitation to Poetry:
Is the hidden
more valuable
than what is left
in plain sight?Is what lies past
the locked door
more precious
than the door?Sometimes.
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lucy 11.06.07 at 5:37 pm
lovely.
Abbey of the Arts 11.06.07 at 6:17 pm
I love a poem made up of questions and you say so much in a small space. Even the last word is very evocative.
Elaine 11.06.07 at 6:52 pm
Yes, a very thoughtful poem. “Sometimes” is the perfect word to end it with. I’m really not sure what time descriptor I would respond with. Not “never”, maybe “rarely”, certainly not “always”.
Thanks, Tess.
I think often we just want to get through the door to see what’s on the other side and then right away we’re bored and looking for new doors.