Thresholds Poems - Poems about Thresholds

There is no destination, only thresholds that dissolve the moment you step through, And horizons that retreat with each step that brings them closer, a play of shadows and light, To chase completion is to pursue a mirage, a cruel alchemy of longing and illusion, Where dreams intertwine with reality, and time slips through fingers like sand. Perhaps the...

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One last Carolina Wren jabs and hops inside a shrinking ring of pale sunlight. At the white door of a cold season the wind dresses a scarecrow with the spiny feathers of the already dead. Ice scabs pockmark a creaking earth. A green legend sinks deeper with every sunset. We walk in our pockets hands clasping at the blood-heat of secretive shadows. Boots tread through the sludge. of an...

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THRESHOLDS infusing frugality with sheer economy   the spareness of the mundane lean & uncluttered the compressed abstraction in the commonplace a call & response in shortened function to convey the experience of the disparate NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable....

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The Thresholds of Tomorrow David J Walker It is 1959 and the television is my constant companion Comforting me during breakfast Praying at noon over meals Saying good night before Turning out the light sparkling Over its ghostly screen Flickering gray & green Retreating into infinity Speaking of the expanse and The advanced enhancements Of 1960 When new math counts life by the...

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Jesus said, “I Am The Door”. He said it in a lots of ways. My pal Morty says that the ‘door’ is just a metaphor, and I thought: well dur! Why would we need a door anyway? We must be stuck in a place somewhere. Jesus knew we all needed a door, I don’t think he was talking about death. The other night I...

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"THRESHOLDS" By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau I. Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief. When harvesting crops, thank the fertile ground if you are faithful, let your trumpet sound. Plow your fields, with love of Nature in mind with love embrace...

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"THRESHOLDS" By Robert J. Lindley & Edlynn Nau I. Plow Your Fields, With Love Of Nature In Mind In darkness seek light, in pain seek relief when weak seek might, strength lies in true belief. When harvesting crops, thank the fertile ground if you are faithful, let your trumpet sound. Plow your fields, with love of Nature in mind with love embrace...

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Ahhhh, here I stand Once again upon the thresholds of you With a haste of one chased, I cast open a door Eyes searching, soul reaching, tongue thirsting for The depth of you The immeasurable, unfathomable, cool waters green-blue Washing over the parched angles of my being Mouth agape drawing breath to feed a heart now freeing This breeze across my spirit slaked...

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