Sometimes life feels like
an endless corridor
where doors open themselves
-flashing glimpses of paradise
at times, we tumble on,
sheer frustration driving us
leaving only screaming scratches
on doors that will never open.
We smile unknowingly like children
asleep after a fatiguing day.
(c) Max Babi 091806
Inspired by a comment from my good friend Juniper Valium on my earlier poem. Thanks dear Juniper!
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Comments: 26
"...screaming scratches
on doors that will never open."
i like this image - altho i know the feeling you've gotten at here a little too well.
you put in words a great observation - thank you.
Max, your capacity to endlessly revision the place where free will intersects with determinism ceaselessly surprises me!
not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.
Seems the wolf ran into some of those doors along with the rest of us
Nice Max, I could feel that old frustration again
Thank you for another excellent poem that speaks to experiences with such depth and honesty. I particularly love the last line. It is such a fitting image that is hopeful and speaks right to that which we know in a much deeper place than we realize.
That last sentence also reminds my of what Joseph Campbell talks about when he discusses Nietzsche's description of the three transformations of the spirit – if our camel is well loaded, the transformation is into a lion, and a well loaded camel makes for a potent lion who slays a dragon named "thou shalt" and the slain dragon turns into a child with all the true wisdom and wonder and joy of a child.
May we all reach such wisdom.
JFW, you surprise me much more with your indomitable spirit and this amazing fight you are carrying on with forces that seem so full of mystique to us all. May God be with you, and rest assured you are in my daily prayers. I have an unshakeable faith in the power of prayer -today I have prayed exclusively for you to return to normalcy.
I am looking at all your comments in a new light now.
Thank you so much... you simply astound me.
Cheerz!
Your perceptive remarks are food for thought.
They may trigger off a slew of new poems, so you'd better get ready to exercise your gray cells a little more.
I am loving this little tete-a-tete with all of you great souls.
Cheerz!
your earworm has gone into my ear now...
I used to love that Doors' masterpiece!
Still do actually, that sort of charisma is rare to see now.
Cheerz!