the dor is open....
Posted to Poetry
by doreen peri on 2002-03-09 18:43:00
this dor is open --
a book read
in the dead
of night,
contellation's firewrite,
secondary not to absence of
the contacts,
lenses, the guide dog
leading with a stick so thick
it rings in praises of the half moon
ready to be whole
stolen are the souls
of silenced women
beaten for a view
of minor inches of skin
their eyes staring through the void
of sheets, their everbeat of hearts
settling in my soul,
as my feet
wonder which way to go....
there's music ready to be sung.
let us write the lyrics, harmonize the love...
oh god oh god oh god why is the
truth and sancitiy that's sought above
all else, hidden in the mire
of self?
oh god, please help me see
tomorrow's hope! i hang here
on the noose and scope
of whirring nonsense,
doubled over by the pain
of once again the presentation
doubt, i will, and question,
yet i worship life, riddled in the fragrance
of a flower's scent, the effervescence
of the mark of cope,
commas briefly pausing
for the incantation of
a dream
come
true
the dor is open.
i am me.
you are you.
one plus one
equal
two,
different yet same.
let us break bread
now that you know
my name.
10.12.2001
