Friday, October 19, 2007

TOP prompt for Oct. 18, 2007: The Door

On Hearing a Lute-Player
Your seven strings are like the voice
Of a cold wind in the pines,
Singing old beloved songs
Which no one cares for any more.

The Door

You open the door
after a week away
and the January air
slides in with you

wraps its arms
around my heart
in a bear hug
and tiptoes

up my spine
nestling into that space
just behind
my eyes.

I shut the door
that is now
just a screen
unable to protect

us from winter.

~Linda Jacobs
October 19, 2007
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7 comments:

  1. Tumblewords:October 19, 2007 at 8:11 PM

    Love the layers and words in this! Re-reading it was fun and rewarding...

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  2. DaleOctober 19, 2007 at 9:02 PM

    Oh. Very nice. Here's hoping it's not autobiographical, though :-)

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  3. paisleyOctober 19, 2007 at 10:37 PM

    burrrrrrr...it is only october,,, i don't want to be this cold yet!!!!!!

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  4. Andy SewinaOctober 21, 2007 at 8:32 AM

    Wow! 'and tiptoes up my spine'
    I can see this amazing image of a spiral staircase (a spinal staircase perhaps)
    and the January air!

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  5. Crafty Green PoetOctober 21, 2007 at 11:33 AM

    I can feel the chill of winter here

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  6. AnonymousOctober 30, 2007 at 11:47 PM

    wow I atually shivered when I read "tiptoes up my spine" because that's exactly what it feels like and same with that place right behind your eyes

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  7. writerwomanNovember 27, 2007 at 11:20 AM

    Love this part:
    and tiptoes

    up my spine


    I got shivers at those lines.

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