Exit doors of life are facing me,
as I stand, watching in a trance.
Eyes transfixed upon these words,
gold letters bouncing like a dance.
This one or that one… push or pull?
Which of these handles do I seize?
A moment of confusion reigns,
this should be done with ease!
My eyes sway both from left to right,
my brain distorts the message sent.
Directions go right through my nerves,
to create a movement with no intent.
Does left hand push or right hand pull?
Do I keep to the left… or give way to the right?
Does right pull or push or am I just a fool?
My mind is confused; will I give up the fight?
Abort my confounded mission,
I must now bend all these rules.
I have a half chance on decision,
before using my wrecking tools.
PUSH, hard on either handle; all power I need,
Who locked this door and how can it be freed?
My eyes begin drifting, looking for a sign,
PULL, is on the label, a reminder for next time!
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.