Postcard from memory.

[ton321]

There is the door-mat
that night has taken hold of
its antecedents.

A century of wind
and a fixed anxiety
in the skeleton key.

The mild turbulence
of the old rattling worry
beneath the cold stones

where nothing always gives nothing.

[jisbell00]

Hi Tony,

That's a great, quiet, thought-provoking title, and I like the poem too. Anxiety is kind of close to worry, maybe.

Do you know this poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57410/90-north

Cheers,
John

[Macavity]

rattling worry is a great combo

[CalebPerry]

The poem only works for me because of the title. We have disparate images here which Tony doesn't seem to be tying together, but the title tells us what they are -- memories.

The poem is certainly atmospheric, but I'd like it to make a little more sense.

[camus]

An enigmatic piece, which i really enjoyed trying to suss out and will continue to do so, until I've found the version that suits me.

Caleb - That's the kind of poem this is.

There is the door-mat
that night has taken hold of
its antecedents.

Makes no sense though?

Cheers
Kris

[CalebPerry]

Actually, that first stanza doesn't mean much to me. I don't see a connection between door mats and the night. However, I have admitted repeatedly on this forum that I am a literal-minded person, and I don't grasp some connections that other people do.

[ton321]

Thanks John for the poem reference. Enjoyed the poem too.
The piece isn't really meant to make sense in a logical way, just images loosely tied together with things falling out of the bottom of the rattle-bag of memory. Probably needs a bit more coherence, but thanks Mac, Caleb and Kris for the comments.

Tony