“And you left
your mark on me... With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.” ―
Nadège Richards
This week, PoetsUnited has as its Midweek Motif, “The Inanimate & The Non-Human”. We humans are so anthropocentric that it is seldom that we do not imbue the inanimate and non-human with human qualities… Here is my poem:
Your Door
This week, PoetsUnited has as its Midweek Motif, “The Inanimate & The Non-Human”. We humans are so anthropocentric that it is seldom that we do not imbue the inanimate and non-human with human qualities… Here is my poem:
Your Door
When I loved
you, I loved you so
That even your
door, shut as it was,
Was a thing
beloved.
When I loved
you, I loved you so
That I had to
spend each night outside your window,
Until you turned
off your light.
When I loved
you, I loved you so
That tears would
flow from my eyes,
Whenever I but
thought of you.
Now so much time
has passed,
That your door,
even though open wide,
For me has no
appeal.
Now so many
things have come between us,
That even though
your light burns all night,
I would not even
know it.
Now so much has
my heart hardened,
That the tears
that you may shed for me
Are but scattered
raindrops in a parched desert.
Like the use of the door as the inanimate object in this love turned sour revenge poem. Has a definite touch of Les Liaisons Dangereux about it, presenting that perverse streak of only wanting something that is out of reach which la Clos explores so brillantly.You're wearing a very french hat this week:)...a tour de force...Chapeau !
ReplyDeletea very moving poem to the inanimate - hearts can harden as hard and closed as a door
ReplyDeleteWow, this a powerful metaphor, hearts slowly closing like doors. It makes me feel very sad. Very powerful writing, Nicholas.
ReplyDeleteI agree, this is truly powerful in its tone and verse.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Sometimes after a while one just doesn't care any more. Enough tears have been shed, and it is now time to move on! The door to one's heart is closed.
ReplyDeleteVery poignant and moving. Beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteThere is no harsher symbol of rejection that a closed door. How beautifully you told this tale of love turning sour by rejection.
ReplyDeleteNicholas,
ReplyDeleteI'm fascinated by doors, both open and closed. While travelling away from home I take as many photographs as possible, of interesting doors and doorways..
I liked the tone and the sentiment of your poem very much.
I understand the feeling of being rejected and standing outside a firmly closed door. I was that person on the doorstep, several times. It leaves a long lingering memory..
Eileen
Hi Nicholas, this was sweet to read and sad. I felt teary-eyed because of the storyline in it.
ReplyDelete"That even your door, shut as it was, / Was a thing beloved."ah...love's golden touch...when love is taken for granted....heart hardens & the price is paid in tears...a nice take on the prompt...
ReplyDeleteYou can push people so far that the heart does indeed harden...so many fine lines in this poem all filtering back to the quote which echoes so loudly..
ReplyDeleteRejection leaves it's mark. This was sad, but beautifully written evoking those feelings of loss, all too familiar. Nice work Nicholas.
ReplyDeleteAlot of symbolism in your poem. I love the door so many things it hides just behind it.
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