Knock and Seek

I move through rooms,        

Through different doors

On different levels,

Different floors

Of consciousness

In flightless mode,

Testing ground

On different roads.

Tapping surface just ahead

With sightless eyes

Within in my head.

Earthly tremors

Make me shake,

In moors of mire

I do quake

And flounder,

Drowning, gasping air

For evil monsters

Hide down there.

They grab my legs

And pull me under,

Spirit, mind

Are torn asunder.

Hands reach out

And pull me up,

Then offer me

The golden cup

To sip of life,

Not gulp so fast,

To savour it,

So it may last

A lifetime of

Exploring meaning,

Cherishing,

While also leaning,

Heavily,

On others’ might,

Struggling less

With what is right

And wrong

Or bad

Or good.

Implicitly,

They’re understood.

Some doors are locked

For my own sake,

May open when

Sleep does take

My soul to

Regions unexplored,

Found by some

And so, adored.

If I knock

And no one comes

I’ll figure this

Is one such one

That hides its truth

For later days,

When, creaking,

It will open wide,

Revealing treasures

Now to hide.

Through this mansion

I explore,

Tapping each

And every door.

 

 

14 thoughts on “Knock and Seek”

    1. I wrote this one a couple of weeks ago and didn’t post it as it was pending inclusion with a couple of others in The Paperbook. My mind must go round in circles. It always has, when I think about it. Glad you enjoyed it. As always, Cubby, your praise means a great deal. Thank you. 🙂 x

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  1. What a great piece. It has such a perfect tempo and flowing rhythm. My love for words is fully justified and renewed upon reading works such as this.
    Keep writing.

    JMC

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