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Sliding door
-By Linda Lee Lyberg
Would that death catch me unaware
cloaked in black darkness of eternal night.
Will I be resistant, or lay down my soul bare
and go eagerly to the bright blessed light?
Should I let go and concede my life’s flight?
For death in essence is but another sliding door
Through which our soul passes, forevermore.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
I am linking this to dVerse Meeting the Bar. The form is Chaucerian stanza or rime royale: seven lines rhyming ababbcc. Please do join in!
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Loved your image of death as ‘just another sliding door’. Made me think of the entrance to parallel words – a la ‘His Dark Materials’ and Philip Pullman.
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Thank you!
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I will have to check that out. 😊
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I see death as a sliding door as well, something we pass through rather than crash against like a wall. Nice Chaucerian stanza.
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Thank you Frank. It was my first. 🙂
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much. I appreciate you stopping by.
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I wonder too sometimes,
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Yes!
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I think this is a really good take on the form. (I’m actually iambic-challenged; never learned the differences in stresses. I can hear them, but I write them haphazardly… and then have to resort to a dictionary and advice from friends.) The wording lends a wavering light to the tone as you contemplate, rightly, the ambiguity one must feel as they consider death — even someone who lives in faith takes a deep breath before stepping onto the tram.
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Thanks you Charley. I write purely from the heart- sometimes, it works. Others, not so. But still I persist, and ever I will. 🙂
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The sliding door is an interesting imagery — made even more thought-provoking with the featured picture being of a train compartment’s. In a way, it’s a door that’s opened for us, and not by us, much like a train’s. I wonder, though, whether we are on a train pending to exit or waiting on the platform to board one. This thought comes up since I’m actually working on a poem that somewhat relates to the former scenario. I drafted it on a bus (but I think the train works better). Anyway, thank you, Linda, for much food for thought served delectably in this wonderful piece.
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Thank you for reading and the thoughtful response. I thought the photo quite fitting. Did you notice the white bird perched on top? That was the clincher for me. I thought, yes, this is perfect.
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That did escape me. Thanks for pointing that out. Interesting! Now that reminds me of some bird tapping on some chamber door and rapping “nevermore”.
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Haha! Yes.
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This is so very well done. The idea of the sliding door….an excellent one here.
Have you seen the movie about the sliding doors on a subway…cannot recall its name. It begins with a person getting on through the doors, riding, and then stepping off into her life. We see her in this life. Half-way through, the movie shifts….same person getting on the same train, in the same doors, same people on the train etc….but she gets off at another stop…IE sliding doors into another place…and it proceeds to tell her life there.
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Lillian- thank you for the kind words. And yes, I have seen it a long time ago- Gwyneth Paltrow played the lead, and it was called Sliding Doors. I loved the movie, and in part, it was some of the inspiration for this poem. That, along with my dad passing away recently. Death has left me pondering….
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