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It’s Post Your Poems Day!

June 2, 2010

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?

Leave your links to your poems in the comments section of this post, then check out everyone else’s poems!

A reminder on how to participate:

Post your poems in the comments of this post by linking to your poem on your blog, or by leaving your poem in its entirety. Once you leave your own comment, be sure to visit everyone else’s links. After all, we’re a community, and one of the best ways a community of writers can support its members is to read and comment on one another’s work. As we read each other’s poems, let’s remember why we created this community. We are a group of poets who seek inspiration, challenges, and a social community of other poets. If you comment on another poet’s work, please do so thoughtfully and positively – we are not a critique group.

  1. Irene permalink*
    June 2, 2010 4:10 am

    My response…

    doorwayto a poem is a dam

  2. June 2, 2010 4:39 am

    Here is mine

    my poem


  3. June 2, 2010 5:10 am

    Here’s mine:

    Hope everyone is having a super week so far! 🙂
    – Dina

  4. Marian Veverka permalink
    June 2, 2010 5:28 am


    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.

    • Irene permalink*
      June 2, 2010 5:38 am

      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.

    • June 2, 2010 7:45 am

      You’ve turned morning routine into a meditation and a prayer.

    • June 2, 2010 10:33 am

      Absolutely beautiful Marian!

    • June 2, 2010 4:23 pm

      Doors, doors everywhere, real and metaphorical. I’m with Barbara on this … you’ve turned that morning into a meditation.

    • June 2, 2010 4:53 pm

      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!

    • June 3, 2010 6:26 am

      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.

    • June 3, 2010 7:53 am

      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.


  5. June 2, 2010 6:19 am

    Fifth try!

    Here’s my poem link:

  6. June 2, 2010 6:51 am

    Nice prompt. I found 1950s suburbia when I opened the door. David Gray

    • June 2, 2010 9:29 am

      Childhood memories always stick, don’t they? Nicely spoken. Heartspell

  7. June 2, 2010 7:57 am

    More about a doorway than a door, I suppose…

    Notre-Dame in Spring

  8. June 2, 2010 9:00 am Thank you for the prompt, Wayne. Heartspell

  9. June 2, 2010 10:06 am

    Here’s my offering for this week’s prompt:



  10. angie permalink
    June 2, 2010 10:25 am

    if y’all remember, I have a hard time following directions.
    it is about doors, though —

  11. June 2, 2010 10:56 am

    The horror, the horror, of a possessed door:
    Too much TV can strengthen the faith

  12. June 2, 2010 11:17 am

    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!

  13. June 2, 2010 12:29 pm

    Here is my poem for the prompt –

  14. June 2, 2010 1:32 pm

    Some drafty perhaps. I meant to be more serious, (maybe it is), but this is how it is, whatever it is.

  15. June 2, 2010 2:30 pm

    It’s always amazing to me of where our mind goes—

    here’s my poem:

  16. June 2, 2010 2:41 pm

    Mine is titled “GHOSTS

  17. June 2, 2010 4:00 pm

    A door, singular, read, not metaphorical. Nope, not at all.

  18. Victoria permalink
    June 2, 2010 7:35 pm

    Here is the link to my door poem.

  19. June 2, 2010 7:56 pm

    Here is mine, “Security Detail”

  20. June 3, 2010 8:48 pm

    here is mine…..Behind The Door

  21. June 3, 2010 8:58 pm


  22. June 3, 2010 9:01 pm

    dam….try again mine is DOOR

  23. June 4, 2010 5:50 pm

    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!

  24. June 5, 2010 10:42 am

    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!

  25. June 5, 2010 11:55 am

    nice poem/tribute to John Wooden….I commented on your Blog….thanks for the WORDS

  26. June 13, 2010 9:23 am

    Here is my poem, “Immature”:

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