Wednesday 16 February 2011

Click, click,click,click

Knock knock! Who’s there?

Clickety click,

behind a door.

I’m glad

that door is closed

between a pecking sound

and me - for sure

that sound is not for me – knock, knock -


because if I crack open

the little door’s edge, I will surely want to change

whatever’s lurking there


and it might, maybe, turn me

into more of what I am

or whatever I could be.

2 comments:

  1. This poem, though simple, has much more to it than meets the eye. My kind of poem . You are a wonderful poet, John!

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  2. Very subtle, is the poet deciding not to open the door to change within himself. Or to avoid possibly changing the unknown future????

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