Sunday, 25 February 2024

One Poem by Elizabeth Marino

 



WHEN YOU OPEN A DOOR

 

Sometimes, when you open a door

And see the pure evil in the eyes of men

 

It is impossible to close that door

And go back to your table.

 

But if your table remains

If your table remains

 

You return to it, changed

As if just back from a foreign country.


Elizabeth Marino is a Chicago poet, performer. and educator. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her work includes: the full-length hybrid poetry/memoir  Asylum (Vagabond, 2020), the chapbooks Debris (Puddin'head Press) and Ceremonies (dancing girl press), and over 20 print anthology contributions.

6 comments:

  1. Really nice Elizabeth. Hope in the face of fear. Congratulations!

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  2. Very nice. That last line reminds me of the kind of subtle edge that Billy Collins puts in some of his poems that pull the surreal into reality and make a point. Your poem makes the point well, like the opening of the Pandora box, no turning back once you've "seen" it, even if you don't partake in it. Our brains catalog everything we've ever seen and experienced and so if you don't want a certain image in your brain for the rest of your life, don't go seeking it out. Very philosophical and poignant. Well done.

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  3. Thank you, David. Of course, some doors we choose to open, but some of life is not actively "sought out." It simply exists and requires response.

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