Door's Sway
Parts of my life creak
as the eroded door flings,
when words unsaid slammed
as bamboos outside remain quiet
in a pose of repose--
There are shivers in the
chords of leaves
unseen by glances from
your sudden leaving--
and still,
the I stoop and bow
when words must have been
said from the depth of
a heart bursting not with speech
but of eyes which understood
and affirmed the locking of
love's door, ready to open
a slight sway-- if you can only
enter it with the same reciprocity.
28 March 2017
Door Contest
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2017
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