three new keys
were made.
Spare keys
but new keys.
Keys brought into being
by conscious action.
Identical keys
opening the same doors
I’ve always opened
but now
with new keys.
Each opening doors
to the world
where I live now.
Then another key
different than the others
shows up in the mail
without my asking.
A world map
showing new worlds
tumbles unexpectedly
from an envelope.
All keys pointing
to coming changes.
The first three
urge me to look
for new ways
to open doors
in the world
where I already live.
The last key points
to a larger world
to be opened
with new keys
soon to be made.

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: Wisdom Work Press:

13 thoughts on “Keys

  1. keys doors mazes
    it’s all about finding our way
    (or knowing we’re already there)
    thanks for setting the tumblers moving in this ancient lock πŸ™‚

  2. Don, yes, because a.) the subject matter is multi-layered, b.) it’s presented in an interesting manner, almost upping it a level per verse, and c.) it’s got a good ending, which is really important, to me at least, in poetry. Good job! πŸ™‚

  3. Aurora…thank you for saying that. I see what you mean. Watch for poetry from the road. Who knows what will turn up. Thanks again.

  4. “So often times it happens
    That we live our lives in chains
    And we never even know we have the key”

    – The Eagles, “Already Gone”

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