Thursday, August 13, 2009

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key: Poem

A Wooden Door, A Metal Key

A plain wooden door, nerve-ridden
A carved metal key, in my pocket hidden.
And secrets that lie behind that blank facade
A building, some windows, my dreams.
I wandered on those blind Parisian streets.
Nobody knew my name
Nobody knew where I came from
I was different, yet still the same.
A wooden door like corpus callosum
Holds my two worlds together .
I enter now, I walk out at midnight I flee
The buzzing and the hum.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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