Beyond the Door

[Doreen Peri]

What lies beyond the open door?

[Zlatko Waterman]

we want no
"special interrogations" but only
spring
or the human
business of kisses
the germ of freedom
dark corners filled with candles
and flowers but
no mourning
instead
chains of daisies lips
fastening over stems
all frolic
love not war

[judih]

i'll take a beer
retsina from the highest barrel
a cobwebbed jukebox
skulls piled in pious witness

no door like an open door
enter and decide which way
upstanding citizen or pushing up daisies
which way to muddle through

yes! retsina. brandy's old.

[mousey1]

What lies beyond the open door?


closed doors
path ways to no where
warped words wrapped
in brown paper leavings
overturned pages leafed through
rippling
dripping memory
trappings of days forgotten
lost over time

[Arcadia]

looking for windows in the first seconds
then, able to see