stan pelfrey

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208 ~ Through The Door - Poem by stan pelfrey

through the door
came a quick, soft breeze
that had bounced off trees
through the door
I looked for him
but where he was standing
the lights were dimmed

he paraded away into the dark
away from the light
somewhere in between
in a kind of surreal night

he won’t be coming
through the door for tea
that back door man
has lost his key

through the door
came the stench of whiskey
breath of the moon over the sea
through the door
I saw the movie on
death came soft, the leader
was gone


Comments about 208 ~ Through The Door by stan pelfrey

  • (4/16/2006 3:47:00 PM)


    I found this poem to be captivating, Stan. I like the tone of it all the way through... Nice job.

    An Empty Doorway

    An empty doorway
    stood alone
    in the presence of his ghost -
    and recollected memories
    of such days gone by.

    And for the moment
    there was spent
    the time it takes
    to walk away...
    to witness such a fleeting host -
    with mere memories to indemnify
    in the time it takes
    to say goodbye.

    dan tharp
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 11, 2007


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