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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=524360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Opening Door</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedicated to Trevor, who took the trouble <br>to share the original quotation which this poem, <br>was subsequently written as a reflection upon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Someone once said that poetry is like <br>someone opening a door, and for a moment, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an observer can glimpse, what is on the other <br>side. Of that veiled door, before it closes again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But I have lived most of my life, <br>radiating the inspiration of living, <br>on the other side of that door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wonder of another world <br>may be partially glimpsed; <br>through the poetic moment <br>of a momentarily open door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the transcendence <br>of a soul's passage; through <br>an inter dimensional door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Life is a hard time stressed, being stuck <br>on, this side of the door; for the duration <br>of your chosen, destined prophetic life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you oft, must live, a woken dream, <br>of inspirational serfdom, or indentured labour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetic flights of fancy upon closure, <br>leave the residue, of a mind and body; <br>firmly trapped within the horror of being, <br>flypaper stuck; lifetime sentenced; <br>to the wrong side, of that soul sought door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I am dream vision married to the magic muse, <br>but this estranged relationship leaves my heart, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">panting, when the demands of a secular life <br>and soul; strain and obliterate the domain of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sought spiritual rejuvenation. While true poet must <br>dwell in a kind of limbolic hell, in the chill lost world </div><div style="margin:10px 0">between two dissimilar worlds. Two differing <br>realities that differ as much as chalk and cheese.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Redemption gifted <br>to an uncaring capitalistic; <br>multitude of barren values <br>is a burden of great magnitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Feel the tear of a vision walker; <br>walking between dissimilar worlds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> 'Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, <br> leaving those who look through to guess about <br> what is seen during a moment.'<br>   CARL SANDBURG<br> <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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