My candle burns on both ends
Knocking on ELUSIVE doors
A thousand door knocks
To find silent response, curiosity
And half the time, we wonder
If strings on doors, like the puppet jokers play
Are being pulled to shut down access
How do we leap into the next stages
Learn the rules of engagements, in foreign land
From welcome parties, sent to scout on our arrival
Caught in circles of this burn for so long
Time holds burden of encounters, flash backs
Like prolonged transition, in time wormholes
Taunting one, with the one leg grip, the gods hold on us
Boldness, slowly dwindling, looking for reasons for standby
As effort fades with response, slow on energy, dispensed
How did our forefathers build castles, curious
When blocks becomes so had to find, like diamonds
And cracks appear before lintel stages
Ambitions becomes such an endeavour
Distance from inspiration it once held
And this is at sea, land is required as a bare necessity
What are we to tell
The young ones playing catch up, looking up
For inspiration to visualise and walk, on discovery
For accomplishment of actualisation
Knowing too many catch 22 situations
Handicaps, rock and hard places
Well, we are still at sea, wondering what lies beneath
Knocking on giant doors, I know I hear movement behind
Land is still just the bare necessity, required
Interesting poem here, Kodjo. Stream of consciousness. I enjoyed following where your words led me.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling of having doors shut on me. thankfully there is usually a window open somewhere. great poem
ReplyDeleteEvery deck has four aces ... the more "No"s we gets, the closer to one of the aces! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteAll that door knocking cam wear you down in the search for an answer. Very creative take on the prompt.
ReplyDeletedoors open, doors close, where you end, is the path you chose
ReplyDeleteLove the knocking on giant doors. I know it's in the image, but I like your wording.
ReplyDeleteA great thinking piece and a great read.
EXCELLENT!! We are indeed faced by many a closed door... but then again, that closed door leads to an open window elsewhere... and at the end of the day, here we are, still alive, and still trying to get there.. somewhere!
ReplyDeleteI love how you have depicted the hardships one gets to face in this cruel little world, Kodjo.. very well written!
Close the door on ya way out!
ReplyDeleteI really like your journey you take me as a reader .. it was not an easy read and leaves me feeling kinda lost worn out ~ which as a writer is great as you have really given in expression vision so much to the reader to feel see think about ... I felt each door knock ~ so to speak... thankQ always Beez :)
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the theme of elusiveness very well. I enjoyed the depth and richness in every stanza.
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on the prompt!!!
ReplyDeleteBehind that elusive mask!
I love the last stanza, Kodjo. We have just finished with a cruise down to the Canary Islands to and from London, U.K. We were glad to see the ELUSIVE home land. That is also my reason for coming late.
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