Author's Note: "Serendipity" and "The Door" were both written during a sojourn in Scotland last summer. My mother had just passed away across the Atlantic and I hadn't had a moment to absorb the shock. When I got to Scotland I found I had time to wander around the horse farms and villages and think about what her death meant. These two poems belong to that period of inquiry and introspection. "Duality" was written in response to a challenge from fellow VVer Betsy Mars, which began as a private conversation and ended up as an anthology. A prime example of serendipity.
The older I get the more I live for the unharried rush of serendipity a few bars of a favorite song overheard in a coffee shop while walking past. No biggie. That’s it. Nothing to write home about just a blast of serotonin to steady the nerves a pinch of warm sun on the cold cheek of life.
The key always stuck in the lock when I tried to open the door until one day, the whole thing burst magically off its hinges and I drifted into a world of light.
Knives cut both bread and throats tongues and fruit, a length of rope to fashion both knot and noose. A blade can scissor hope, whittle back bone, crack skull, scrape out the pulp from teeth then sign its name in flesh soft as an apricot. It is a weapon, and is not.
©2020 Marc Alan Di Martino
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