They Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

They



They knocked at the door
but could not enter
my silent world of dreams
where man is but an image
A shadow of my realm.

Daisies bloomed and suns set
-they're still in the cold
Then silently-a tiny crack-
I opened the door
And they peeked in
They knocked again-
undeterred by what they saw
These are the true friends.

Published Spring 1970 issue of the Beachplums literary magazine.

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Dorothy- A. Holmes 27 August 2011

Love this poem and that last line of 'truth'! Dorothy

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