Photo by Godesslife

Photo by Godesslife

Climbing down the stairs,

through the dead living room

Out the missing front door.

how simple the world is,

To leave you behind

peculiar, too easy, resigned world,

Yet irate, torn between silence and wilderness

Both shone brightly. Both were masked.

Outdoors, the sky was hidden in gray,

mundane as if waiting for movement.

The sun was there, peeking through rumbling clouds,

attempting to scold me for the escape

If only I could see it move across the sky,

I could reason with it.

Tell it about the way I walk

If only I could see you move towards me

I could reason with you

Tell you about the way I am

I wondered if this was when time stood still.

Was I missing the world move?

Did I misinterpret your signs, your speech patterns?

I looked keenly at the clouds,

Trying to see what was behind them.

The sun must have meaning today

Beyond any other day past or coming

As I looked down, the grass

appeared as a carpet of swirling chaos, fallen. 

but it quickly vanished. 

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21 Responses to Unlock

  1. shimmy440 says:

    Fab picture. I have a weakness for old doors 🙂

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  2. Jing Sebastian says:

    I wanna respond through my song.
    I did give you a chance to reason out,
    I made my heart listen,
    I tried holding your hands,
    I knew it wasn’t a escape at all.
    You were in fear
    To be out of touch
    By your own heart…
    The clouds,
    I commanded them,
    Hide my face…

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  3. z3ng33kgr7 says:



  4. Candy says:

    Beautiful poetry.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. wwwpalfitness says:

    Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.


  6. Old maps, old doors, old locks, old clocks, old bridges, old buildings…they tell stories. Love that photo and the evocative words of time and change. Thanks.

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  7. violetsix says:

    Thanks for posting. I was able to let my mind wander on this on the first read. The second read was worth doing..

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Very descriptive words…and great photo too!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. ajaykohli says:

    Vintage things are adorable

    Liked by 1 person

  10. artrosch says:

    First reading: Elan, you are a master of mood. The poem is one thing, the poet quite another. I don’t understand it. But I feel it. And it’s worth reading a second time.

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  11. “I wondered if this was when time stood still. Was I missing the world move?”

    Good /God/ this struck me so deep. How many times has my brain frozen, thoughts slowed to a halt, everything blurred out except for that one thing, one person, one moment. So effing good.

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    • Elan Mudrow says:

      Thanks. Yes, it’s that moment of time when all thoughts, emotions, desire, etc. seem to occupy the same space. Chaos and direction combined. It’s not an easy emotion to explain to people. Perhaps poetry can do it.

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  12. ah yes, organized chaos. good description. that’s my life’s blood right there, wouldn’t be myself without glad


  13. DilwinK says:

    feeling lost…yet not really
    words have power and you wield them well.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Love the imagery
    Simply beautiful

    Liked by 1 person

  15. blkkat49 says:

    Haunting and memorable. The door reflects beauty in it’s aging.

    Liked by 1 person

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