per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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since it's national poetry month or some such
nola
evcelt


Door, Lock, Key

This way is barred, the latch will not release
The bolt. There is another path to wend
But still I stand, and let my progress cease,
Beguiled by secrets that the wood defends.
Behind the bar, the tumblers, unaligned,
In silence wait. A slide and twist is all
That's needed to induce them to resign,
Then at a slightest push, the barrier falls.
What mystery the missing metal holds,
Its shape defined by what it needs to turn;
A silent phrase, by jagged metal told-
One letter off, and answers stay unlearned.
As door and lock and key are intertwined,
So word and will are ever bound with mind.

- January, 2008

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Oh, excellent.

[adds to memories]

What gloriously rich language.

You are so brilliant. I want to crawl into your head and have a cuppa whilst looking around.

oh, yeah, and don't spill yer tea

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Re: oh, yeah, and don't spill yer tea

::cackle::

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