Dan Reynolds

Veteran Poet - 1,458 Points (Justiceville)

Behind The Iron Gate - Poem by Dan Reynolds

Behind the Iron Gate, we saw so many different things.
I saw the crazy-paving path, you saw the wrought-iron wings
stretched out across the lintle, o'er the blackened double door
a welcoming of angel's warmth, a refuge for the poor.

I saw the march of tattered dandelions of neglect
the next door neighbour's foliage, Leilandia, I suspect.
You saw yourself some years ago, a paint brush in your hand
Nothing boring in restoring distant memories, so grand.

A few decades, a few decayed and teetering on the rim
last vestages of childhood and the days we spent with him.
A stranger with a thousand tales who swore that none were true
Behind the Iron Gate I peer, and wish I saw the same as you.


Comments about Behind The Iron Gate by Dan Reynolds

  • Rookie - 0 Points Chuck Audette (3/2/2012 12:27:00 PM)

    Another intriguing piece of lovely poetry. -chuck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, March 9, 2012


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