Behind the Elevator #poetry #photography


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.”




19 thoughts on “Behind the Elevator #poetry #photography

  1. 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,


  2. 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.


  3. 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.


  4. 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?


  5. 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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  7. 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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