Thursday, August 23, 2012

All the Dead Doors

All the Dead Doors
Lisa A. Williams

All the dead doors
bolted, warped in
old time, sealed
barring entry to a past
so keen
    in fortune telling.
long unspoken around
blazing hearths of kin
and truth.
Fathers’ wishes-
ashes now.
Mothers’ dreams-
cold, dead bolts.
Still, if I listen
heart remembers their
old songs,
if only I could hear
the true rhythm
of their words.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful and chilling at the same time, Lisa. Thank you for guiding me to this poem!


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