An Opening Door Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Dedicated to Trevor, who took the trouble
to share the original quotation which this poem,
was subsequently written as a reflection upon.


Someone once said that poetry is like
someone opening a door, and for a moment,

an observer can glimpse, what is on the other
side. Of that veiled door, before it closes again.


But I have lived most of my life,
radiating the inspiration of living,
on the other side of that door.

The wonder of another world
may be partially glimpsed;
through the poetic moment
of a momentarily open door.

Through the transcendence
of a soul's passage; through
an inter dimensional door.


Life is a hard time stressed, being stuck
on, this side of the door; for the duration
of your chosen, destined prophetic life.

When you oft, must live, a woken dream,
of inspirational serfdom, or indentured labour.

Poetic flights of fancy upon closure,
leave the residue, of a mind and body;
firmly trapped within the horror of being,
flypaper stuck; lifetime sentenced;
to the wrong side, of that soul sought door.


I am dream vision married to the magic muse,
but this estranged relationship leaves my heart,

panting, when the demands of a secular life
and soul; strain and obliterate the domain of

sought spiritual rejuvenation. While true poet must
dwell in a kind of limbolic hell, in the chill lost world

between two dissimilar worlds. Two differing
realities that differ as much as chalk and cheese.


Redemption gifted
to an uncaring capitalistic;
multitude of barren values
is a burden of great magnitude.


Feel the tear of a vision walker;
walking between dissimilar worlds.


'Poetry is the opening and closing of a door,
leaving those who look through to guess about
what is seen during a moment.'
CARL SANDBURG

Copyright © Terence George Craddock