doorman

Sep 30, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Touch the pen

I find a bone, remnant livestock, old,

or a young one lost

Long crack along its' ridge, tempting

to bend it till it splits, no longer alone,

a recognition piece, Sumbolon

One half to you, whom I'll leave

to rejoin

I find a twig grey and crisp, this

is me, good for fire building

All that's needed is a flame, spark no

bigger than an atom's heart

Always feels overdue, though

never too late

A speck of blood, right hand,

middle finger wound snuck

up as I moved through the brush

An offering to earth's sharp laws,

small bulb now hard rock

will eventually fall off

Seed sown on any road

walked upon

— doorman, Sep 30, 2009

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Country/Region: NOR

Critiques

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Espen

What a lovely write, You have described a scene of beautiful things, like on a bushwalk, discovering in a new light. I quite enjoyed this Espen. love lyz xx.

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Thank you very much, lyz. I wrote this one after a hike I took in the mountains a little over a week ago. Found part of a sheep's leg bone, a twig that looked like it, and when I got back to the cabin, some blood on my finger. It was an enjoyable write trying to work out that evening. Good to hear you could relate to it. Yours, Espen.

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Espen

What a wonderful slideshow of images .... The bone reminded me of being outback at my uncles property ... awesome write love and hugs Jayne x x x

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Thanks, Jayne.Words like

Thanks, Jayne. Words like 'outback' and 'bushwalk' are Australian terms, right? Got to check it out soon, always wanted to. Take care, Yours, Espen.

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Espen

G'day Mate lol yup aussie girl through and through I come from a medical family on one side and the other side are farmers or cattle/horse breeders and I have been on a round-up/muster with over 3000 head of beef cattle ... amazing thing to see and experience probably the hardest work I have ever done in my life, I am a coastal country girl we are a little softer here we get more rain but outback where my uncle has his property there is little rain and no feed they resort to hand feeding at times ... Espen I think you would love australia ... if your ever near me look us up we do a mean BBQ NO PRAWNS though lol I am alergic to seafood lol Jesus I am rambling lol love and hugs Jayne x x

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Thanks for the

Thanks for the invite! You've got yourself a dinner guest, Jayne. Yours, Espen

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

Loved this for it's mystery & where it took me wondering what th

So I thought I better come search what else you'd been up to whilst I was away, it seems you have an Australian Harem (chuckle) though I tend not to advertise it in terms of vegemite or colloquialism. Loved this for it's mystery & where it took me wondering what these elements might symbolise (many places, I like that). Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Doorman Worldwide Harem Inc.

Good to see you again, Anni. Happy this one stole some of your time. Thanks. Yours, Espen.

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Doorman Worldwide Harem Inc.

Good to see you again., Anni Happy this one stole some of your time. Thanks. Yours, Espen.

Candlewitch

16 years 8 months ago

An Offering To Earth's Sharp Laws

What an unusual concept, but it is one that I subscribe to. This poem reminds me of being lost in the wilderness. My favorite lines are: I find a twig grey and crisp, this is me, good for fire building All that’s needed is a flame, spark no bigger than an atom’s heart Always feels overdue, though never too late Lovely Always, Cat

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Thank you for dropping by,

Thank you for dropping by, Cat. Interesting you should get the feeling of being lost, as I felt quite the contrary when writing it. I like the sense of losing control of the subject matter, - it offers strange, new insights. Is there anything specific in this write that triggers the notion of being lost? I'm all ears. Thanks for reading, Yours, Espen

Candlewitch

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Espen

It might have been this line: I find a bone, remnant livestock, old, or a young one lost or it may have been the incredibly melancholy mood that was upon me at the time of reading. I reread your poem just now, and it cheered me up. It is a fine piece of work. Always, Cat

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Cat

That, of course,- I didn't think it would reflect the actual state the 'I' is in, but it's quite evident now. Good of you to bring attention to that. I'm happy you read over once more and got cheery, as I felt the same way when writing it. Thanks, Yours, Espen.

seabhac

16 years 8 months ago

Hello

Spotlight does so much good for us readers, sometimes in the hordes of writers we overlook a gem. Time given to explore new writers is often limited and we stay with ones we have grown to love to watch and share their growth and expressions of life. I am glad I have found you in this way. Your poetry catches a cord in my heart and insight into your world. This is a beautiful piece of work and I love the style you write in. I will be back to share again. Thanks you Seabhac

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Seabhac

Hello Seabhac, Good of you to take a read over this write. I'm glad you liked it. As far as styles go, I still feel very malleable to circumstance. In the fog. I'll see how it goes. Happy you like it, though. Nice to make your acquaintance, and I look forward to read your works. Sincerely, Espen.

onemorning85

16 years 8 months ago

I read this one a couple

I read this one a couple times, trying to fully understand it. And I don't, still. But that's the way it is with poetry sometimes. I enjoyed it very much regardless.

doorman

16 years 8 months ago

Onemorning85

Thanks for reading, Onemorn. I tend to prefer writes I don't entirely comprehend one way or another. Your puzzlement is a compliment. Should you make some sense of it later, I'll be very interested to hear it, of course. Sincerely, Espen.

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Nature’s textured thoughts

Nature's textured thoughts fall in your path human presence with the bone, the twig and the speck of blood, I knew you were out in the mountains its there the mixture of objects take the stage and fills our minds with puzzles and dreamt up sensations. I too love bones, and twigs; if you were to vsist this one-roomed-flat now you would find maybe 50 bits of wood or more sh!!! And the bones of Elg and other mammals of these woods,such finds have stories in their very existence don't they, their shape, their texture, their character all is so specially exciting. Likd this one Doorman. Ann in Norway.