NO ENTRANCE

 

Moss flung against the south side

Losing me in the trees

Lined up like doors

In forested hallways

Collecting words in spiral notebooks

Vertically lined

Along the horizontal:

“Paprika”

“Onomatopoeia”

Words not quite magical

Missing the point

As always

Pinterest boards of doors

Named “Piro Hudar”

Virtually visiting

Hallway of color

Pounding until they creakily reveal

Darkness behind each one

Twenty-two Tarot cards

Major Arcana

Gateways aligned

Yet the same ten

Beckon me inside monthly

Saying, “This is your lesson

When will you learn?

Then maybe you will earn

Lovers, Star, Sun”

Portals

Lines of trees

Lines of words

Lines of cards

Hallways so dark outside closed doors

Open Sesame…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: From Deserted Places, no identification

 

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4 comments

  1. The vintage photo is lovely. The repetition near the end was sublime. Loved the rich vocabulary in this. The entire verse is striking. “Hallway so dark outside closed doors,” feels like a metaphor for the lessons we fail to learn in life because we are not aware they exist.

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  2. Ha! A clever poem giving a balanced or shall I say walking the line of emotions in poetry. Lots to ponder. On a seperate note, I like the door of Pinterest since I closed the door to other social media. It is a good “portal” 😉

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