The Staircase
by
William Robbins
copyright 09-20-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
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Feet sprout from my fingertips
allowing me to ascend steps
created while I write.
Where they lead depends upon the doors that open
when I glide upon a carpet of intuitive fibers
that brings me beyond their secretive barriers.
Sometimes I travel deep within mystical golden labyrinths
ending in undulating, floating silver candles
speaking with incredibly intense flames.
They create a begging likeness
that is permanently etched upon my mind’s chalkboard.
These become tales asleep within fancy’s fleeting vault
or misunderstood and tortured characters
chained into an abyss waiting for a penman’s pardon.
On other occasions
my carpet is sucked through darker more foreboding doorways
to a graveyard of lairs filled with ravenous red beasts
who scar my memory
with creatures that slither under the covers
while I’m sleeping
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I love this poem. I picture the mind as some kind of maze where words and 'tortured' characters wander about lost trying to be born as a verse, a thought etc. Crazy! But that's what I thought of as I read your poem.
This has to be my new favorite of yours!! Fantastic writing William. I sure have been having alot of strange dreams lately....must be those ravenous red beasts wanting out...or is that wanting in?! Love this!
Wlliom you're way above my head onthis one. I try to emagin what all your putting in words but my total lack of education leaves me at awl. But I did enjoy reading it. DIXIE LEE