Doorway Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Doorway
Only the door
stands now.
The house has to be imagined
Open
&
closed
to this grey Connemara weather
open
&
closed
now
to both Past & Future.
Only a bird
ignoring the vastness of a sky
(so big it could be a metaphor for a God)
dares to fly
through its eternity.
Its flight
like a thin thread threaded through
the eye
of its needle
The door
gasps.
I, with faltering
footsteps follow
the bird
& step through
into forever.
Stepping through into....forever. Always and always, the open door calls, and even if it is the only thing left standing...it is always about what is on the other side... Beautiful.
This is an amazing image and you really conjour up another dimension in which we can see through time and all its declension. I love flight of the bird being the thread threaded through this opening. A door that belongs to nothing there becoming the something we see through seeing through your eyes. Wow & wow! love GinaXXX
wow I love this...a doorway into nothing and forever. I love the whole concept and construct of the poem. A wonderful image and wonderful what you make of it. Real and surreal simultaneously! fantastic fantastic! love Dee Dee
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4/16/2024 11:20:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'When one door closes another one opens'. So many doors present themselves in our lifetime, the trick is knowing which ones to walk through. I've stood on the threshold many times myself wondering whether or not to step over into 'forever'. Wonderful piece of writing - inspiring in a soulsearching way. Linda