lmp3 Jan 2006

i agree with Dovina, but maybe:

"and so I continue to
knock
at the iron door

will I never know his

starlight

again?"

i tend to like the mystery and hope in that sort of ending. the imagination of each reader will keep the poem alive, rather than a clear finality ending it.

the imagery is wonderful and my mind can see this door, perhaps even see the iron dust falling from one of the starlit slivers to the ground with each booming knock.