WHAT WAITS ETERNAL (A Poem)
WHAT WAITS ETERNAL
(On Viewing a Picture Postcard from Ireland)
What waits eternal behind
that blood red door
What hums on the other side so bright
with awful light that lock
the door we must
What slips green clues around
our fright and offers
ciphers like that old broom leaning
on the wall, that tilts
toward the latch
* * * *
I wrote the above in 1986 and only now feel I come close to "getting" what I was trying to get at then. But don't ask me to tell you what I get now. However, I can say it's not about death, as some folk thought 20 years ago when I would share it at poetry readings. And it is about what lies beyond and within the entire "ball of wax" of existence. "The Great Mystery." "Universal Spirit." The awe-full beauty of the unknown that calls us forward and leads us back to our own hearts, where it has always lived. But I did not really know this is what I was writing about 20 years ago. I only knew then that I had to follow as far as I could the call of the images on that postcard.
By the way, the picture on the card was of an old thatched roof cottage with a blood red door, below which bits of green sprouted and next to which an old broom leaned. This was actually the second of two poems I wrote about that postcard and I'll post the first one soon.
Resource: Lapis Magazine Online of the New York City Open Center, where "the inner meaning of contemporary life" is explored.
‘til next time, keep dreaming,
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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