Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The Opening

The opening,
the blooming of the rose,
still does not explain
its beauty,
its mystery.

The opening
of the window,
still does not ensure
birds singing
or even fresh air.

The opening
of one’s self in word
still may not help
this lonesome
misunderstanding.

The opening
of myself to you
still does not explain
who I am;
thus, my pseudonym.

[Written in response to the Poets United prompt .]

10 comments:

  1. Yes, true. The opening is only part of what is necessary. After the 'door' is open, what comes as a result is the most important.

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  2. Brilliant! It should be obvious, but it is not, is it, that relationship is always participatory? And then your last verse reminds me of myself, protection from uncertainty that also defeats the purpose of wonder.

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  3. And yet, even with a pseudonym, the astute reader begins to sense who the person is behind the words..............

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  4. True, often our openness does not seem apparent to other people. Brilliant as always Mosk :D

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  5. That's true. Opening isn't realizing. But it's a beginning.
    Very well-penned.
    -HA

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  6. Without opening we can't even see I think--but yes, there is so much more to be done after that.

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  7. I like the meaning of opening here...

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  8. It takes two, as they say. How beautifully you have constructed this, and I love the simplicity of the language.

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  9. Heehee. Love that last line. :)

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