Percy Dovetonsils Poems
An Insistent Knocking
Life, said the old poet
is an insistent knocking
on doors that won't open
that won't be there
by the time
So relax, stop knocking,
sit on the stoop
in front of the house
that won't be there.
the houseless owner,
looking for a new house,
a new way through,
and you'll find
he doesn't look any better than,
or different from,
What I Have
I have a rendezvous with destiny.
She is the goddess who entices me.
I see her beckoning with open arms.
She promises I will not come to harm.
She guides me where I fear I’d lose my way.
She shows me how to progress through the day.
She’s not the one who loses touch with me.
She’s only hidden when I will not see.