The Key

”Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are.”Philip Larkin

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keys at top & bottom — AI extrapolations of original digital art by: rob kistner © 2023

 

This is the sorrowing hour
night’s full depth

alone now
present with my thoughts
my fears
my dreams

I’m sculpting words
into a key
to unlock my psyche
lay bare my soul

to intimately glimpse
who I’ve become today

here I find my sanity

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 


32 thoughts on “The Key”

    1. Thanks very much Ron, you flatter me my friend. We can’t forget Bukowski, it‘s his words Tom recites. My mind has been a little quieter this weekend, so my muse is coming through clearer. I greatly respect your work brother, indeed… 🙂

  1. It’s truly terrifying to embrace reality. Even when we ‘sugar coat’ it in beautiful words. I deeply feel the clarity in this beautiful poem.
    Awesome work!

  2. This is lovely, Rob .. reality bites, lest we become complacent. Reality can often be transformative … thinking of you today.

  3. Oh, that key… but there will be more doors and more keys… as humans we are never ready and that is as it should be

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