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Hieroglyphs
by George Hoerneroh life,
you have left
hieroglyphs
all over me
without ever
giving me
the key
i've searched
the morning sky
the evening sun
the oceans deep
and mountain tops
i finally
found
the key
is me
and i've
bent it
so much
it no longer
fits the lock
10/02/2012
Posted on 10/20/2012
Copyright © 2026 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/20/12 at 03:34 PM Perfect ending. This was just great. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/22/12 at 11:28 PM Call the locksmith and get a new lock, key, and a translation guide. Let us read each other and be reborn. :) |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 05/09/13 at 11:39 AM What strikes me about the mind-body as the key is that the knowledge of the hieroglyphs meaning is locked in the memory of their making. Suddenly the speaker knows that truth, being both the lock and the key...and the markings. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/04/13 at 01:26 AM Quite the realization - I like the use of hieroglyphs, those enigmatic scribblings, suggesting age and passage of time, and the universal search. Thanks, George. |
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