On a street without rooms
the ink on these long forgotten walls
cries out with a voice that
knocks on the doors of our understanding
searching for substance
eager for purpose
pleading for life
on its journey
from our minds
through our lips
into a brave world
© Vivian Zems
Smell The Coffee 
May 27, 2020 at 12:00 pm
Nice Write. 🙂 Shared it here..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/27/the-journey-of-ink-vivian-zems-smell-the-coffee/
all the best.
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May 28, 2020 at 6:56 am
Thank you, much appreciated
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May 27, 2020 at 3:25 pm
I really like this, Vivian
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May 28, 2020 at 6:45 am
Thanks Dale 🙂
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May 27, 2020 at 3:48 pm
a street wise room “echoes with the sounds of silence”
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May 28, 2020 at 6:46 am
True, that!
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May 27, 2020 at 5:39 pm
I like the “doors of our understanding” metaphor. It seems like some people’s “doors” are willfully and forcefully closed.
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May 28, 2020 at 6:52 am
Indeed- so true.
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May 27, 2020 at 9:16 pm
I wish that we would really live by the voice of that ink.
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May 28, 2020 at 6:29 am
It would be woonderful!
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May 27, 2020 at 11:43 pm
I like how substance, purpose and life go together.
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May 28, 2020 at 6:29 am
thanks Frank!
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May 28, 2020 at 2:25 am
This is wonderful, Vivian!
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May 28, 2020 at 6:28 am
Thanks Sara!
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May 28, 2020 at 4:53 am
I like the way your photo and poem suggest the room is the street – a public place where the Earth demands to be heard and seen.
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May 28, 2020 at 6:28 am
Yes Suzanne- thank you- that’s exactly was what I was searching for.
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May 28, 2020 at 9:10 am
Before I even saw Suzanne’s comment, I immediately picked up on the idea that the room is the street, a public place where the words on the walls have more meaning than people like to think – love that they knock on the doors of our understanding in a place that, although it has doors into individual homes, has no doors of its own. Let’s hope we are all listening, Viv, because we need that brave new world.
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