Ode to the Doors
is a new old poem. This is its first exposure to the light. For those of you
who missed the sixties, this may seem irrelevant. But The Doors were the
gatekeepers to the late sixties. More than the Beatles or Elvis or the Stones
or anyone else, their music captured that era.
It is perhaps telling that by 1971, with the death of Jim
Morrison, they were done. But for that brief piece of history, from Vietnam to
the drugged-out corners of America, they were the ones that caught the vibes
and flung them back out at us.
Writing a poem about poets is hard. I have chewed on this
for a while.
I hope I have captured a little of where they took us.
Glenn K. Currie
Ode to The Doors
I guess Jim Morrison
had it right,
Sixties were darkness
deceived by light.
Doors slammed shut,
and Doors opened wide,
Anthems that floated
on changing tides.
The stoned out lyrics
were made for Nam,
Heartbeats to
children searching for psalms.
They also broke
through to the other side,
Walls of sound where
survivors could hide.
I listened there to
share the insanity,
And once back here I
liked the inanity.
In either place the
message they send
Is this is the end,
this is the end.
Copyright Glenn K. Currie 2014
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