Beckoned to the mystery
something I might dread
there has to be something
behind the hallway of my head
my finger shudders, lingers
on THE button slowly now
once I press it “Open”
“Close” may not be allowed
my hand makes the decision
reason swirls with dismay
one thing I can tell you
I’ll never be the same
If I told you what I found there
you’d be in a tangle too
but I signed a special paper
you’ll wish in part you knew
the question now arises
where am I am I not
if you knew the answer
you’d stand to lose alot
Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”
penned in moon dust 
This is a photo of an unclassified “area” behind the elevator I operate.
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Are you sure you’re not the ghost writer for Donald Trump? 😉
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LOL
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This is absolutely incredible writing, Leslie ❤️ you had me at “once I press it “Open”, “Close” may not be allowed” Beautifully executed. Hope all is well with you. So good to see you! ❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Ha Im writing my life…
Lots of love back.
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Dear Leslie,
it’s a wonderful poem, expresses so much without giving it away. 🙂
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Isn’t that the fear of every “open sesame’? ANd then we cover for what may be nothing, or may be too scarey to share, especially if its nothing. Wow.
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I love that once you press Open, Close may not be allowed………..
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It is not in mankind’s nature to accept what is; for there is a constant search for something different. This is both our achievement and our failure which your last two lines confirm.
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I honestly don’t usually like rhyming poems, but really liked this. The picture is also perfect and could stand on its own. Do we dare press the button?
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Wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving also!
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So nicely done.. enjoyed this piece.
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It’s an enjoyable read, Leslie but at some point I was scared. Maybe elevators are scary haha (but actually life is scary.. )
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Im glad you caught that underlying fear. I was actually trapped in that hallway and the child in me ran all directions
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Indeed the hallways of one’s head can lead many places….. I also love the photo
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so nice to see you Leslie with a fantastic write…love your photo too…”once I press it “Open”
/ “Close” may not be allowed”…intriguing lines…
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Hmmm, the hardest choices we have to make are the ones that involve no choice at all (once I press it “Open”“Close” may not be allowed). A little kafkaesque and it had me feeling uncomfortable, but after all it is a hyperbole… 🙂
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