Behind the door
there lie a few buried secrets
Behind the door
there lies a portal to the past
encircling with grim allegiance
with fetters of joy and grievance
Behind the door
I never knew you
before unraveling the pain
I never knew you
before weight of silence and tears
I hear the sound of restless rain
yearning to open door again
I never knew you
Behind the door
there lie a few unseen moments
Behind the door
there lies a world without a sky
a heart that’s carelessly open
perhaps an augural omen
Behind the door
I never knew you
before counting most tender sighs
I never knew you
before listening to soul’s song
‘neath the cold and changing skies
awakening desire inside
I never knew you
“If one were to give an account of all the doors one has closed and opened, of all the
doors one would like to re-open, one would have to tell the story of one’s entire life.”
― Gaston Bachelard from The Poetics of Space.
Photo credits: Pezcame.Com
Form: Rondelet
Posted on ‘Weekend Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads
and posted on the ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United
58 Responses
A fabulous poem on a wonderful quote. I love the feelings you evoke, and the well-handled rhyme scheme.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Love the rhymes in this, the repetition. One of your best poems Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There are doors in a loved one we never know about and cant imagine……….beautifully stated here, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
We never truly know anyone do we or they us? It is sad that this is the case but in fact it is a help to assess situations to determine the best course in our lives and consider alternatives. Great partnerships are made this way and is part of trust and love.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Robin ❤️
You have captured the door well in this way of using the rondelet as a stanza… a form of yours I really like… The sense of making decisions as expressed by the door so well.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You’ve used the form well.. it is quite a challenging form, nicely done.
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
“a few buried secrets”….very dark and grim & also the world without a sky…Nice form.
Thank you so much, Sumana 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
A great use of rhythm and rhyme – true magic
🙂
We all have our closed doors and some best left that way. Others we yearn for others to open, to see who we really are and to be recognized loved, understood. Most of my doors are open some permanently closed. I welcome and am not afraid of others opening theirs. Your words are gentle and wise Sanaa.
Anna:o]
Definitely! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anna 🙂 for your kind and thoughtful words. ❤️
A marvelous poem, richly exploring just what is doored by “I never knew you.” Fine work.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
What a powerful write and the image is sublime. Love it.
Thank you so much, John 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A lovely piece Sanaa which looks at both sides of the door and the door as metaphor perhaps for time.
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
and yes I was going for the metaphorical touch! ❤️
We never really know until we go through that door, what lies on the other side. And we can wait in fear and never try, or we can break on through to the other side. There can be so many things that keep us trapped on this side of the door. Past pains. Future fears.
But what great reward we can find when we screw up the courage
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, X ❤️
Achingly lovely…
Thank you so much, MMT 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Those doors have a reason and a purpose. Exploring them takes both time and courage,
Elizabeth
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Elizabeth ❤️
Not sure I want to ever open some of those doors….this was an amazing response to that quote.
Thank you so much, Donna 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the Bachelard quote. I’m sure it tends to open doors for all of us … some we prefer to keep closed, and some we fling open in anticipation. Evocative write!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the shape and pattern of this poem, Sanaa, as well as the repetition. But what stands out for me is the way you have made a plain old door so romantic and sad. 🙂
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Most enjoyable read, I like your rhyming scheme, too.
Thank you so much, Julian 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Ah, one never knows what one will find ‘behind the door’ once one opens it!
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Mary ❤️
You conjure such a mystery. Behind the door and at the threshold.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What a delight to read this poem Sanaa. It reminded me of my childhood and itching to know what was behind impressive doors like this.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I never knew you ~ the repetition works well in this poem. It could be the door to oneself or to another. The true adventure waits on the other side I think.
Thank you so much, Truedessa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is poignant. 🙂
Thank you so much, Imelda 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
Brilliant use of repetition in this … hypnotic … haunting, in its way.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😊 so glad you liked it ❤
Well done and with “mystery” too.
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ 😊 so good to see you ❤
Doors and Pandora boxes. Leave them shut I say and stick to the open road 🙂
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rall ❤
Enjoyed your rondelet sequence Sanaa.
that ‘carelessly opened heart’ may be just young and unbridled
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤
The repetition you use sounds like the opening and closing of doors. Each day I am wondering how well do we know anyone. Is the person that answers the door the same who lives behind it when it is closed?
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤
(I wonder that too)