An Opening Door

Dedicated to Trevor, who took the trouble to share the original quotation which this poem, was subsequently written as a reflection upon. Someone once said that poetry is like someone opening a door, and for a moment, an observer can glimpse, what is on the other side. Of that veiled door, before it closes again. But I have lived most of my life, radiating the inspiration of living, on the other side of that door. The wonder of another world may be partially glimpsed; through the poetic moment of a momentarily open door. Through the transcendence of a soul's passage; through an inter dimensional door. Life is a hard time stressed, being stuck on, this side of the door; for the duration of your chosen, destined prophetic life. When you oft, must live, a woken dream, of inspirational serfdom, or indentured labour. Poetic flights of fancy upon closure, leave the residue, of a mind and body; firmly trapped within the horror of being, flypaper stuck; lifetime sentenced; to the wrong side, of that soul sought door. I am dream vision married to the magic muse, but this estranged relationship leaves my heart, panting, when the demands of a secular life and soul; strain and obliterate the domain of sought spiritual rejuvenation. While true poet must dwell in a kind of limbolic hell, in the chill lost world between two dissimilar worlds. Two differing realities that differ as much as chalk and cheese. Redemption gifted to an uncaring capitalistic; multitude of barren values is a burden of great magnitude. Feel the tear of a vision walker; walking between dissimilar worlds. 'Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.' CARL SANDBURG Copyright © Terence George Craddock