Doors Poem by Richard G Berg

'It is the shut door that actually exists' - AK

Open doors open minds upon suspicion
Hinged upon doubt
Open doors open upon spaces that leave few traces
Of the door that allowed a poorer view to spout

Open doors deny
Their true role, like beautifully coy girls
Bashful of being, bashful of needing to try

Open doors are greedy
To gulp what lies beyond their domain
Closed doors confirm themselves. They remain.

Closed doors banish doubts that they are
Anything less than confirmations of the will to be still
To remain closed, and not to be kept ajar.

Closed doors remind us to leave the world, and others, behind
Closed doors shut the door on the dreary grind.

Closed doors know their purpose rests in being seen
And not resting in a state half-open, a meek in-between
Closed doors are a fine, firm curtain
Coveting minds to invent multiple tales, certain.

Closed doors need no locks to secure this view
That they are open-minded philosophers through and through.


Richard G Berg
August 2021