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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