Chamber's Door |
| by Jordan Buller |
At the eve of contemplation
a knocking surfaced at my chamber's door.
A knocking I have heard before.
"Tap tap tap", echoes through my epidermis
to stir against my veins and bone.
To my chamber's ear I hear,
a faint whisper of a call.
A calling of a love long lost
and whispering a most proverbial name.
A love I have no time to perceive;
a name I know of as my own.
Forcing the voice deep in my breast,
before it tears my walls apart;
I again refuse to answer the knocking
at my chamber's callused heart.
|
|
Six FREE things you can do with this poem! |
| Friend |
Want to share this poem with a friend? You can email it directly to your friend, with a personal message from you. |
| Vote |
If this poem touched you, please take a moment to Vote for the poem and perhaps leave a comment telling us why. |
| eCard |
Artistically inclined? You can use this poem in a graphical greeting card, designed by you, and then send it to a special friend. |
| Print |
Need a hardcopy? You can send a copy of this poem directly to your printer, without all of the color and graphics. |
| Author |
Want to send the author of this poem a private email? If they have maintained a current address with us, we'll send your message for you. |
(c) 1999 Jordan Buller Please respect the rights of the author and Passions in Poetry. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. Thank you.
|
|
