Locked Out
Do you remember
She enquired
When we first
Became orphans
Indeed I do
He replied
It was the day
The key broke in the lock
I remember
The precise moment
We realised that nowt
Would ever be the same again
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Author:
Neville (
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When my key broke in her lock we knew that we would have to find something else to do the job. Things were different but she still smiles a lot.
You took me for a ride along my imagination's trail. A road less travelled? I'm afraid not.
I like this because your reader can go so many places with the result.
Thank you DA... believe it or not, that was precisely my intention... you just made this geezers windy evening... referring to the storm, not me
Neville
Well it would take an old fart like me to do that.
You're very welcome.
Neville,
When that key breaks in that lock, it is very difficult to restore that broken key!
A lot of meaning into this one!
~Laura~
Thank you for checking in Laura.. I am delighted that you can see beyond what might at first appear the obvious...
Neville
thanks again DA
And what of the meaning behind this intriguing imagery my eloquent friend - - Well I see a broken key in a locked door barring future access to those we can trust as tantamount to being orphaned and in a suddenly changed environment accepting the need to go it alone
- or am I down the swanee agen ?. Anyway this was a very engaging read.............. x Fay
No not at all.. I like the way you consider more than what is at first apparent and delve below the surface … tis often, the only way to appreciate both the big picture and the minutia … so thank you ever so much my lady F....
When any key breaks in any lock it's because they are not a match. In a relationship, when they are not a match, it's time to go separate way, to be orphans from that hope.
Well, this is written to be open to many ideas of meaning. Most will see it as a love relationship gone bad.A very succinct and poignant poem. A thought provoker.. - Phil A.
Blimey. what a delightfully well reasoned response to some of these words my friend.. I love the fact that so many different viewpoints are being shared......Thank you sir and true
Neville
With the key broken in the lock there are still ways of getting passed that door into new and better life.
Andy
How right you are Andy, far too many folk give in, far too easily.. I guess that has always been the case.. it is just that some of us notice it more often... maybe its because there is more of it about.. or perhaps we have more time now to observe it.... Whatever the case, I thank you sir...
A fine write Neville - different layers of meaning in this.
I saw a door with no handle even, on the outside! Maybe people can only exit by it, or it is now a 'former door', boarded up - as good as.
A new loo was ready at a place, but no door handle or lock. Most embarrassing. To risk using it, one had to use sticky tape - or whistle a tune while in there! All fixed now. Phew!
thank you Orchidee.. a much appreciated stop over sir... I like the way you look at doors too
Neville
Was it a key to the heart?
Once broken, love was orphaned
Nothing was ever the same again -
I like the way you see the world and share your views... thank you my friend
Neville
Aw really? Life must be super tough for orphans and you gave a poetic snapshot when the sad thing happened. You wrote it in a touching evocative way. Kudos.
Pls Pleez do read my newest poem too!
thank you kindly
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