Many Potential Doors
January 10, 2004
Bug soaked brain, I want nevertheless to be eloquent. Want, want, want.
On the island of wanting,
a dream comes to me.
Sibylline, whisper voiced,
she says
"It won't be long now."
Elements of mystery dissolve
and reform.
What must I do?
Many potential doors are opening.
Which one gives me shelter?
Think Twice,
Speak Once,
as though Words have the power to Cut.
We measure carefully the parameters.
A new day is dawning.
JAL, 1 - 10 - 2004
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Overall, I like this poem but I wish I could find a less clichéd ending. However, today that solution escapes me.
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