A Mirrror, A Window, A Door

A mirror holds
Your gaze
With alien hands
As you try
To reach through
And touch who
You thought you
Might be

A window puffs
Some life
A suburban bellows
As you strain
To breathe air
And see where
You may fare
Be free

A door creaks
An invitation
In dulcimer tones
As you step
On the road
Lay down a load
And just go
To see

About scribblerjeff

wordswurdswirds is the first-time ever blog on words, language, and the culture they invoke, through the eyes, mind, and keyboard of Jeff Jenkins. Jeff is a Christian/outlaw, husband, father, reader, writer, theologian, philosopher, and pre-apocalyptic, pop-culture prophet of the new media, which is the same as the old media. There is nothing new under the Sun. When I am not writing this blog, I am selling commercial janitorial services, though in my mind, I am already at the California Coast with my family and friends. Word! View all posts by scribblerjeff

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