Locked from the inside
It’s all in your head, no doubt
Knock all day, all night

Where the key resides,
is no one’s guess, but your own
Hidden in plain view

Side door of St. Giles-without-Cripplegate Church, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011

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c.b.w. 2014


9 thoughts on “Keyhole

  1. I just love your images!! It seems that you capture a lot of architecture…so far any way from what I’ve seen…beautiful eye for these.

    Your poem provokes a poignant message.

    Keys are interesting…I’ve had a really vivid dream about a key before…it felt important.

    Thank you for reminding me. πŸ™‚


    • I do tend to snap shots of architecture – I teach World History and Art History so I’m always taking photos I can show my students. Plus, I love old buildings. They all have so many stories to tell.

      That being said, I take a lot of natural shots, too. Perhaps, its time to dig some of those up! Thanks for the inspiration. πŸ™‚


      • Oh, wow…what a great job! Yes, I agree they do have a lot of stories to tell! I just love your eye for them. I look forward to any and all images you share they are inspiring so thank you likewise. πŸ™‚


  2. Great words with that photo – I am reading blogs backwards, and these words seem to point to your post about sharing your grandma’s Wreck This Journal. Those memories have been locked from the inside, all in your head. I am glad you found the key and are letting them come forth.


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