I am a door; I open and close.
I go hither, I depart to enter.
One world is an umbrella for another.
I slam, I click quietly, secretly,
if you see me on one side
you'll find me on some other far-side.
Here is another wooden reality.
There is always a handle to turn;
if I turn it right
I can avoid the left side of a brain.
Avoidance lurks in the locked lock.
Acceptance opens a gift
for the asking of it.
Beyond the entrance,
(for a heartbeat),
I am placeless, not here nor there,
not yet a toehold,
phantom-like, cold former feet linger
rooted in a fractured concrete.
The tale of the door is a mystery;
inner and outer burgle one another
only discover
who they were before this.
Categories:
toehold, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Standing in the middle of the promised land
Searching for a platform to make my stand
Stepped into a world it's hard to stay
Looking for a toehold and a chance to play
Telling different stories, my life’s unclear
And my explanation I am sure creates fear
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD, WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
The next one in the white house; oh what’s their name
Were looking for our next goat, someone else to blame
Woke up in a fog with my work boots on
Wondering about a paycheck, but the memory’s gone
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
Categories:
toehold, community, confidence, extended metaphor,
Form: Lyric
Just when everything seemed like a big farce,
Sapped of energy, in the morning I woke up bruised with scars,
And in broad daylight I began seeing stars,
Feeling hopeless, helpless and lost.
When things were at their lowest ebb,
And I felt I was trapped in a spider's web,
Something deep inside began to churn,
And I hoped and prayed that things would turn.
I realized that the world was vast,
And I had given up way too fast,
Assumed that there was just this one door,
And with it closed, nothingness was in store.
I wept that night before I slept,
Awoke in the morning to greet the world,
Deciding to look at things anew,
With a different perspective held in view.
It took a few days for the change,
With new doors opening slightly ajar, I grabbed a toehold wherever I could,
A few months later things did not seem bad,
For my toeholds ensured new wide open doors where I previously thought none existed.
Written on 27th March 2016
Categories:
toehold, hope, life, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Party dressed sized upscale.
Music situate spade release title.
Quiet toehold clubs.
Categories:
toehold, father
Form: Haiku
Standing on a snow-capped peak
Tasting the crispness of the cold,sharp air
I gaze down upon the verdant pastures hazy
Whence I began my journey.
Soft and sweet were those days,
Carefree and full of frolic.
But the way was to become steeper and bleaker
With pitfalls and dead ends.
At times adrenalin only fuelled the slog
When I clung to the rocks
By my fingertips and the merest toehold.
What of those drear moments
Embattled and weather bound
Amid enshrouding,delusional mists?
Craven thoughts of surrender were tempting,
Indeed,often more than this.
But we somehow rose above them
To continue on the path clear ahead.
Now wrapped in my warm memories
I can reflect upon what it all meant
Categories:
toehold, allegory, introspection, nostalgia, perspective,
Form: Free verse