It’s Post Your Poems Day!
Moroccan door by Mallery Koons
What doors did you open (or close) this week? Did anyone’s door lead to enlightenment of some sort? Where did your door lead you?
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We Write Poems 
My response…
doorwayto a poem is a dam
Here is mine
my poem
Melanie
Here is my response
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/lavender-key.html
Here’s mine:
Hope everyone is having a super week so far! 🙂
– Dina
Doors
I close the bedroom door softly
For you are still asleep
It is time to open the door to morning
In bit and pieces I cast away the night.
The door of my mind is creaky with dreams
I say my prayers and pull the curtains back
To see what weather the new day brings –
A clear sky and a flock of doves has
Landed and softly coos from our back yard.
To the east the door of sky reveals
A peak of gold as the sun eases itself
Above the hillside and all the sleepy
Little homes blink off their lights
One by one. Now it is time to join
The rest of the world advancing into
Morning. Turn on the TV to catch the
Highlights of what the world has seen.
And I am thankful that we still can close
Our doors and lock them tight and for a
Few precious hours of the night, loose
Ourselves in dreams of love and peace.
Well, aren’t we all a dreamy lot? The way you’ve painted such a scenic landscape of the ordinary draws the reader into the internal landscape of dreams too.
You’ve turned morning routine into a meditation and a prayer.
Absolutely beautiful Marian!
Doors, doors everywhere, real and metaphorical. I’m with Barbara on this … you’ve turned that morning into a meditation.
dreams of love and peace
are essential to our well being. But I love the image of opening the door to morning, saying prayers and pulling the curtain back. Nice, Marian!
I like that your day begins with a prayer. An active statement instead of something just tucked away. Good images here as morning light illuminates.
Yes, “dreams of love and peace”, worthy intents, yet seems I hear them too in all that’s gone before, the curtains drawn back, the expressions of care described. Seems maybe the dreams are not all so far away. Leastwise, that’s the feeling I found. Thanks.
Marian, thank you for sharing. I especially liked the line, “In bit and pieces I cast away the night.” This almost reminded me of a song by Brad called “The Day Brings” — your poem evoked a similar feel for me. Nicely done.
-Nicole
Here is mine:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2010/05/sky-as-my-canvas-of-thoughts.html
Fifth try!
Here’s my poem link:
http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/unlock-door.html
Thanks Wayne for a great prompt!
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/06/springtime-we-write-poems-4-doors.html
Nice prompt. I found 1950s suburbia when I opened the door. David Gray
Childhood memories always stick, don’t they? Nicely spoken. Heartspell
More about a doorway than a door, I suppose…
Notre-Dame in Spring
http://heartspell.wordpress.com/2010/06/02/door-lore/ Thank you for the prompt, Wayne. Heartspell
Here’s my offering for this week’s prompt:
Iscariot
-Nicole
if y’all remember, I have a hard time following directions.
it is about doors, though —
http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/06/02/doors/
The horror, the horror, of a possessed door:
Too much TV can strengthen the faith
My piece is a ghazal. I’ve been trying to stick rigidly to the form, and will likely keep playing with this piece. That said, thanks for the prompt!
http://bozone-bw.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope-beyond-these-doors.html
Here is my poem for the prompt – http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/06/02/doors-blue-like-the-sea/
Some drafty perhaps. I meant to be more serious, (maybe it is), but this is how it is, whatever it is.
Doors
It’s always amazing to me of where our mind goes—
here’s my poem: http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/06/closed-door.html
Mine is titled “GHOSTS“
A door, singular, read, not metaphorical. Nope, not at all.
http://lindagoin.com/2010/door-singular.html
Here is the link to my door poem. http://victoria-andnowpoems.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-office-door.html#comments
Here is mine, “Security Detail”
http://1965footprints.blogspot.com/2010/06/security-detail.html
here is mine…..Behind The Door
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com/2010/06/behind-the-door.html
DOOR
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dam….try again mine is DOOR
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com/2010/06/door.html
I love bailing you out. LOL! You need to click on your title, then copy and paste that URL to the list…
Wayne’s door poem is at http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com/2010/06/behind-door.html
Linda, thanks for bailing out Wayne. I’m glad I got to read his poem.
Oh, there’s no way I’m not going to let Wayne get read…I love his poetry. Wayne, I am not your mother. Just wanted to get that straight. =)
A little late, but mine is here: Coat rack
Great to see everybody’s poems, I am still making my way around to read them all!
One last desperation attempt to post an homage to a great and humble man, who opened many doors for many, physical and spiritual… Words of the Wizard The world will miss you. Rest in peace John!
nice poem/tribute to John Wooden….I commented on your Blog….thanks for the WORDS
Here is my poem, “Immature”: http://sadlywaiting.blogspot.com/2010/06/immature.html