a glimpse <br />the half opened door <br />some would say <br />a half closed door <br />it all depends on the <br />state of mind you are in <br />well half closed for pessismist <br />and half opened for optimist <br />half opened or half closed door <br />so long as it is open <br />and not close <br />a good exercise for the mind <br />of a story teller, novelist, a film maker <br />a glimpse at the half closed door <br />the mind is thrown open <br />like the kick you would give <br />a half opened door <br />so that you and pet cat could <br />glide through easily <br />the stories that start coming out <br />from a glimpse at the half opened door <br />agatha's murdered corpse lying behind <br />a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind <br />from the glimpse of the half closed door <br />a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth <br />half closed door, half opened door <br />whichever way you may say <br />it is an opened door <br />a million stories, ideas, possibilities <br />knock at the door of my mind <br />a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door <br />my half closed half opened eyes <br />open themselves to my ever curious mind <br />boundless as the universe <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />A Glimpse <br />A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught, <br />Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, <br />late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner; <br />Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and <br />seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand; <br />A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and <br />oath and smutty jest, <br />There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, <br />perhaps not a word. <br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-glimpse-2/
