The Door Ajar
POETRY FORMAT, 10 Apr 2017
Emanuel E. Garcia – TRANSCEND Media Service
The door ajar
And more –
I brought so little
And the room above your garden
Was so spare
Through the open window
Buds and leaves and petals
Swayed or fallen, reckless undergrowth –
A tapestry so deeply dyed that
Every morning
I would lay in wait for the creeping warmth
To show another hidden maze
Nights I roamed a little westward
Through the hallways,
Up and down the stairs of the empty house
The sea was in my bones, I thought,
Kissing the cool white plaster of the winding walls:
I wanted to adorn them with shipwreck,
Stars, tales of the always fatal glance
That made for wandering
When I found you at my post
In the dead of dark
Filling your lungs with the fragrance of pursuit,
I lingered at the threshold:
Even a tired eye would glisten
At the mischief of art, would glow
For the keen blade of a wave
It was time to pack our bags
March 2017
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Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia is an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at emanuelegarcia@gmail.com.
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… to adorn the winding walls with shipwreck
Stars, tales of the always fatal glance
That made for wandering …
What an amazingly beautiful poem!
One wanders, almost aimlessly (though beautifully allured). And then one finds a companion with whom to wander–and the world “glistens” anew, awaiting; and a new threshold is reached; a new journey begun–together….