Corridor with Open Doors
A hallway lit from uneven angles,
doors breathing in and out of view,
each one carrying its own climate.
Footsteps ahead,
quick, then gone,
as if someone had stepped into a brighter room
and let the rest of the day
decide the pace.
Walls marked by old fixtures,
a faint shimmer where
a poster once hung,
the kind of detail you notice
only when the afternoon sharpens.
Voices drift from a stairwell,
neither calling nor waiting,
just passing through the building
the way light passes
through a narrow pane
before widening across the floor.
You pause near the last doorway,
air warmer here,
as though the next turn
might open into something unplanned—
a street, a station,
a place where the day starts again,
asking nothing of anything, ever at all.
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A lovely write of lovely images leading up to a killer line "asking nothing of anything, ever at all." To me this gives total meaning to the poem.
Thank you dear Soren. I have been receiving quite a bit of grief over my endings, so this is deliciously encouraging. 🙏🕊️
I agree with Soren, the last line was a clincher, "ask nothing of anything, ever at all. A profound, prophetic statement that can be applied to many situations. Lovely images in the poem as well. great read.
That counts as a vote of confidence dear Katie B. Thanks from a flagging countenance. Most truly appreciated 🙏🕊️
a great observational write my friend
Thanks, dear Norman. You are much appreciated, my friend. 🙏🕊️
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