Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “The 10,000 Doors” by: rob kistner © 6/11/24
We cannot hide
from the great orb
of unquestioning fate
that spins in the spaces
of destiny’s light and dark
days of falter and fear
in this great void approaching
that moves
unsteady in orbit
of unquenchable doubt
what your mind must conceal
from the spirit
of joy and forgiveness
that which is pure
tested by time
and the wanting hands
of the waiting
who cower
yet smile
singing truth
through the hail and barrage
‘cross the bow mast
of freedom
seeking broad measure and berth
as all that you seem to desire
slips slowly away
like rain down a spout
and nightmares plumb deep
the sphere of black dreams
such is the slag-shattered
glass orb of the future
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: * “Slag Shattered Future”
by: rob kistner © 6/11/24
that moves slowly
through the arc of the ages
who’ve waited and watched
‘neath the promised moon
of deliberate ancients
that revolves
in the void of the others
that seek what we know
to be ever
the voice of the lost
in the light of the dark dawning
that heralds the word
of this time that’s upon us
that holds us fast
in the fear of bleak visions
and of longing
for all
that we desire to be
here in our heart
locked in a frozen quandary
peering startled
down a shadowy corridor
of 10,000 unopened doors
truth so elusive
in this moment
that slips
like a squandered teardrop
forever away from
our loosening grasp
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Unquestioning Fate”
by: rob kistner © 6/11/24
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse
* “Slag Shattered Future” is my visual representation of humankind’s dark polluting progress
crushing the light of a pure pristine future.
How intricate, Rob. And how many doors? It would take a whole life to investigate what’s behind them. You did this so well, methinks. Wowed.
Thank you Selma… 🙂
Meisterwerk, Bro, all the way through to the (beyond perfect) closing with the 10,000 unopened doors and that squandered teardrop.
You win the Universal Liminality Award. Congrats!!!
Thank you Ron… 🙂 …plaque is in the mail I presume… 😉 hahaha
Dark, dizzy tale, told through the ages, forever turning…forever, yes.
Thank you Ain. I was thrilled to see you visited my friend… I keep reading your work, but still can’t leave a comment on your site — which would have to say “continued excellent writing”. Stay safe brother! 🙂
The space you describe sounds like one we easily get trapped in when being seduced by the darkness surrounding us.
Too damned much darkness Björn, if you ask me… 😐
Reads like a dream-vision, Rob. Packed with imagery, it reminds me of the poet Virgil in Limbo which Dante describes as a place of eternal desiring, but you’ve also added a layer of fatalism to it. This stanza stands out for me:
“locked in a frozen quandary
peering startled
down a shadowy corridor
of 10,000 unopened doors” — and soon after the choices seem squandered, lost to our “loosening grasp.”
Thank you so much Dora…:)
Time passages, coming near yet out of reach, slipping on by as we watch and wonder what is behind the next door. Great write, Rob.
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
This poem is no stream .. it’s a roaring river of consciousness! Brava. I have tried in vain, cannot count how many times, to write to Dora’s challenge. I simply could not wrap my head around one path to take .. hundreds kept flooding my brain. I had difficulty sleeping last night, awakened feeling frustrated and blocked!!! Best I walk away lest the ‘blockage’ be prolonged.
Thank you Helen. What I will sometimes do, when I am seriously blocked is go back and read my old poetry/lyrics, even at times stuff I wrote long before I had Image & Verse — until I find a spark. I have stuff from all the back to the ‘60’s, the beginning of my rock band years. That earliest archives lives in a big worn folder. Back before laptops/iPads I’d often jot stuff down on what ever was available. Kind of an adventure diggin’ into that really old stuff. Anyway, what I was trying to say is, peruse your old work for inspiration. Doesn’t always work, but it pokes at my muse enough to get ideas flowing. Sometimes I just say fuck for a couple days. So your idea to walk away for a while is probably your muse telling you — “give me a break!” 😉
Love your reply!! Thanks. My writing goes back to 2008. We shall see what happens tomorrow with “Meeting The Bar” ~ I do enjoy forms ~ really.
I chuckle Helen. Forms block me the most often. I know it’s just my inner rebel, but writing to a form can, at times, make me feel creatively claustrophobic. Good luck tomorrow friend… 😉
Those shadowy corridors with doors really stood out for me, Rob–and then followed by elusive truth. I think everyone goes through this, and every age, too–but it seems especially relevant now.
It’s unsettling Merril! 😐
Hi Rob, this is a very intriguing poem. We have to work hard to find the joy and light and prevent ourselves from disappearing into the abyss of darkness.
Keep attentive at all times. With practice one can become quite proficient.