A Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay's Fine Poem 'Gateman.' Poem by David McLansky

A Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay's Fine Poem 'Gateman.'

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Open the door, old gateman,
Open your garden to me;
Your wrought iron black spear points,
Deny me shared ecstasy.

I’ve thrown a ball through your grates
Just to win entry.
I want to see all your flowers,
The roses, the pink peony.

How strange to walk in the city
To be halted, locked out by a gate;
To see a sign that says, “Private.”
To realize my life doesn’t rate.

Oh quiet glade in the city
A refuge secured, evergreen,
With pathways that snake around bushes
That serve as a privacy screen.

Oh Open your door, old gateman,
Allow me this bucolic scene;
I want to test all your benches,
And lose myself in your dream.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elaine Sept 09 July 2013

This is fantastic David! Ahh how I miss you....

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 02 July 2013

Oh, that's a great one David, seeing it another way but in the end coming around. Hats off for this delightful piece of work.

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Gajanan Mishra 28 June 2013

In the city of poetry, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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