To Frame a Door

.....a miner's tale


Entré vous
Was the cry oft-heard
A smile, a nod a welcoming embrace

Now circling high above it's prey
Grand masters seek their earthly throne
From hence to issue writs of folly

Perhaps these humans can be trained
As caution, cast like dandelion fluff
Takes pyre in hearts were once born free

And nod a glance to friends again
Né offer ashes that rise no more


12/11/20
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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June 4, 2021 at 8:43 AM
Ah a very thought provoking piece. At first thought I see a man sitting on his front porch calling out a greeting,"Come in and set a spell." Not something heard these days due to restrictions. We yearn to hear that call again. Great job. God Bless, JB
Goff Avatar
June 4, 2021 at 9:44 AM
Thanks so much Judy!
Roper Avatar
May 29, 2021 at 8:05 PM
I try not to comment to much, sometimes my foot gets in my mouth. Enjoyed reading, It's hard sometimes to understand or read between the lines of what some poets write. (Sad)
Goff Avatar
May 30, 2021 at 10:23 AM
Agree Eve! thanks for stopping by! sometimes even I can't interpret my own stream of conscientious till much later, thought drifts I call it, humans flash hundreds of subconscious images a second, I try to get the drift onto paper!
Callus Avatar
May 20, 2021 at 11:33 AM
"Between you" a call of welcome which nowadays seems to have lost its voice. People are more bothered with earthly things; time to get rid of shackles and return to the years that were. ~ Regards // paul
Goff Avatar
May 21, 2021 at 5:50 AM
Thank you for thoughtful reply, my friend!
Robinson Jr. Avatar
May 13, 2021 at 8:57 AM
Very intriguing poem, James. Much depth of thought expressed w/keen wit. Love and more love always.
Goff Avatar
May 13, 2021 at 12:59 PM
Thanks Freddie! Nice to seeya!
Horsman Avatar
April 1, 2021 at 9:57 PM
My father in law was also a miner James, at first i was thinking is it a bird, The poem certainly gives one images to think on. Do like this. And the comments it raises.
Goff Avatar
April 2, 2021 at 5:13 AM
Always fun to see you stop by Harry! Happy Easter!
Dietrich Avatar
March 28, 2021 at 1:31 PM
I know what you mean. I think I must offend someone on a daily basis over at FB
Goff Avatar
March 30, 2021 at 2:13 PM
Right! I had to quit fb 2yrs ago...my girls said I commented 2 much! I replied...that's the point, I thought!
Dietrich Avatar
March 27, 2021 at 3:33 PM
Reading through comments, I discover this is your ode to freedom. I agree with what you said to Heidi. We must rise up and take personal responsibility for ourselves!
Goff Avatar
March 28, 2021 at 3:29 AM
Very much so Andrea, challenging, one (especially me) doesn't like offending folks...
Richards Avatar
March 18, 2021 at 1:40 AM
After reading your comment to Heidi, I was wondering whether it should not perhaps have been: ... a miner's tale (iso a minor's tale). That is what threw me.
Goff Avatar
March 28, 2021 at 3:26 AM
Agree Sus! Started "miners" changed when I thought I erred with workers terminology, now back to original! Thanks for input, jmg
Sands Avatar
March 15, 2021 at 6:22 AM
I agree this is interesting. The line ...as caution cast like dandelion fluff, stands out so much in this too. Well done :)
Goff Avatar
March 15, 2021 at 9:54 AM
Thx Heidi! an ode to freedom....people are ready to rise up & take personal responsibility for their lives without answering to anyone but God
Kendrick Avatar
March 11, 2021 at 8:47 AM
Interesting lines penned. Enjoyed reading this one. Sara
Richards Avatar
March 4, 2021 at 8:58 AM
I echo Richard's request for more info. It has certainly piqued my interest, especially after reading Mystic's comment.
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February 26, 2021 at 4:37 PM
Hi Jim, I might need a bit of help understanding this one. It has however garnered my interest.
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February 6, 2021 at 2:52 PM
My father was a minor James, his first job to Canada, it was not an easy time of his life. He was young, often he would tell us tales of those days. Thank you for sharing, stay well, and thanks for stopping by.
Goff Avatar
February 10, 2021 at 12:59 AM
Thanks for such an inspiring comment Mystic!
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