this room is under study

the room is triptych

a distortion of the manifesto:

space, silos, substance

there is no roof

nor ceiling, only sky & clouds

are our constants

whatever lies beyond

the dark blue skyline is anyone's

guess

spin your story & see 

where this takes you-

imagine:  there is no wall

or cabinets to display photos

or keepsakes, yet

every absence holds shape 

of what can be 

every unopened door stirs & tears

of what may be 

you are told

this room has two doors-

but what you see is not just two doors 

the openings are everywhere

also the ground is unlevelled, moving

under your feet, folding & unfolding-

you roll over

get egg wash all over your face

& unroll again & again

this ground is not a vanishing point-

the room is under study

for you see so many possibilities

and in this moment, you are 

both light & darkness

both ending & beginning

Kay Sage, entitled, My Room Has Two Doors (1939)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   The image is for the optional prompt but I also used some words from our Tuesday's Poetics, In Our Words, hosted by Melissa Lemay.

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The fire beast

A friction, a snap
the beast was awakened 
with fires on its tongue 
hungry for fuel

As dry wind crackled its brows
the sun bellowed 
hotter and meaner 
the beast's appetite grew for 
more & more food

Plumes of smoke covered its body
As he crashed doors & houses to pieces
He knew no boundaries, no fences
With breath drunk with rage  
He scarred the earth blackest of nights

No one can hold back the beast
as he thunder-roared
an ocean of flames
until all were charred dust, a barren land
once more

Some doors are meant 
(not) to be opened-

Picture credit:   Lillian

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Open a new door with me ~  Hosted by Lillian~

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