A Reasonable Woman

The keys that don't open doors

are the keys that lock them,

and keys tangled in chains

have nothing but the drama of jingling.

But the key that dies in my pocket

reminds me it is time

that i became a reasonable woman

who lives in a house

without keys, without doors.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2017-03-12 at 13:17

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Wow! Wisdom brought its friend called compassion. One can only learn this by humility. It is a pleasure knowing you dear lady. Thank you for all you've ever written. You're a class act. I stand in respect for your courage to say what you've said. My heart is at ease to know there is a heart like yours in this world. Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
something has changed, shifted. a new perspective, or maybe an awakening. yes, this is a poem of awakening, as i see it.

Goddamit there's so much to dig in with this poem. I love it.

A "thinking" poem especially the lines, "but the key that dies in my pocket." It seemed to me there is a hankering to lead an unfettered life.

Very beautiful.

good and surprised

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very good. It has such a great depth of meaning. I hate keys. They signify being locked out. The key dying in your pocket is so interesting to think of. One of your best :)