Thought Is The Keyhole Poem by Patti Masterman
Thought Is The Keyhole
I was born fifty years ago
The dead know my history
The dead gave my name
Our fates are told by melancholy winds
The dust in the graveyard was once a friend
The stars blew me in on a great big wave
Time is the Father, space is the womb
Where thought is the keyhole of a brand new room
Where the lost are found, and the late are soon
That forth line says it all, and so well, so true. An eclectic feel here, and I like that.
Peering through what's yours and mine lets unlock gates of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 9:47:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Powerful lines written, thank you