A feeling of doorways.
Crumbling while we’re trying to relax and watch tv.
Numbers while chewing.
On my mind are edible as a fire.
I’m available for that appointment.
If it’s the clear kind.
That makes my joints itch.
And spiders make it worse.
A feeling of doorways.
Like a path but rectangular.
Seems normal yet is uneven.
Like cherries which are soft and have small creases.
Creases like sand.
On the path to the door…
We lift off.
And embrace.
It’s weird like a chair standing up.
He lifts off the ground.
Lassos us in.
A feeling of doorways.
A feeling of doorways.
Is inevitable.
Categories:
doorways, surreal,
Form: Free verse
Though warmly felt, for a doorway's
Loving presence;
Smilingly, to her, giving access
His preference;
Cold blown in shadow to this
Person of Love!
All-embracing fire, lights up, for home
Heaven above.
Categories:
doorways, god,
Form: Rhyme
"Grief can be a doorway to love."
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
Grief can open toward gratitude
As loss can open doors to access gain
As trauma can open hearts
to therapeutic brains
As neglect can foster curious compassion
As depression
can incite active
co-empathic impressions
As double negative sociopathologies
can notice doorways
to positive psychologies
As double-binding
dualdark entropy
can open complex space
for positive double-binary energy strings
through co-empathic
multiculturing resilient time
As isolating sadness
can open doors
to love's transcendent gladness.
Categories:
doorways, easter, health, integrity, loss,
Form: Political Verse
Life's golden hours take one through so many,
Our footsteps echoing through time's hallways.
Peach dawn through sunset, legs running plenty,
Like brilliant seasons searching for always!
In and out of each other's lives we turn,
Touched with puzzlement by each mystery,
And with our heart's passions slowly we burn,
'Til glowing sunset years' tinged memory!
Some portals grand, and some are quite humble,
For each life's filled with unique challenges,
And we hold fast to faith, lest we stumble.
Savouring charmed sunrooms and passages.
Through each portal new sensations await,
Like a field blooming wild behind the gate!
Categories:
doorways, change, growth, journey, life,
Form: Sonnet
By allowing her to leave in haste
and miss the signal of fate’s consequence,
I wrestle with this fumed moment…and
as knuckled hands tighten, my quest
for closure suffocates a hallway.
Backdoor lightly opens…the shadow- woman
rushes down down iron stairways.
I clutch those quivering hands upon rails...
her sweat mixed with tears grinding on my arms,
while I taste its pain, smell its despair.
The pungent flavour reeks of hidden sins,
of untold confessions trapped within
hardened pores: I wail, she wails
on the steep floor...
and we holler again. This need to open
what is locked from chains revolts me.
Afraid , I let go plugging the knob
which could finally release my false self.
........................
Craig Cornish's Contest
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere
9/19/2020
Categories:
doorways, conflict, self,
Form: Free verse
Doorways To Love Seasons
Passion, all year long.
For none mortals, seasons call
With controls built in.
Human doorways point Westward.
Smoky, by instinct, turns East.
04112017 PS Contest, One Tanka,
Rick Parise
Categories:
doorways, animal, creation, emotions, humanity,
Form: Tanka
Doors open, doors close,
life has many choices to pose.
Fear not the door that could lead to better days,
for life is full of chances - rewards in many ways.
All people are different with experiences
they go through,
one can not judge their future from what happened
to others they knew.
Sometimes it's necessary to close a door
that is leading endlessly,
and walk through an open door
- a doorway to destiny.
Categories:
doorways, career, confidence, inspiration, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
Doors one
My thoughts wander
moving from one door to the next
I try my best
Desperately wanting
to make my escape
Doors two
When I opened my door
you were the last person
I mean the very last person
I expected to see
Please take your foot out of my door
we have nothing to talk about
Doors Three
I have studied for years
the art of making a deal
many hours in front of a screen
"I'll take what's behind door number two!"
ZONK..................so sad :0(
For Mary Oliver Rotman's Randomling contest.
I hope I got the form right. Either way I had fun.
Categories:
doorways, fun,
Form: Verse
Darkened Doorways
He’d walked this trail in dreams before
sniffed hungrily at each locked door
across the country shore to shore
from rocky coasts to mountains core
felt the populations sigh
huddling in fear of breaking dawns
their children used as rulers pawns
white crosses dotting barren lawns
while grieving mothers slowly die.
Although he saw the sadness grow
he walked no faster, nor more slow
for it was not his job to know
which way the fatal wind might blow
just march in flowing cape of black
cast his shadow on their fate
unmindful of their time or date
or those who stand alone and wait
nor count the ones not coming back.
For he alone with sharpened scythe
carries his darkness through the light
that cries to those in spirits fright
in tunnel visions final sight
dimming the light of then and now
erasing all that might have been
forgiving all of final sin
that death will someday lose, not win
death’s scythe and cape take final bow.
for Isaiah Zerbst - The Lady of Shalott – Poetry contest
9/9/2014
Categories:
doorways, death, war,
Form: Rhyme
The house slumps against overgrown yards
Where gardens wilt against the ground,
Begging for sleep beneath gray skies.
Vines move through weeds
Like brittle fingers,
Reaching toward a sagging door
Where paint peels like weathered skin,
Curling in agony against the grain.
Once vibrant, now fading
Like all doorways to yesterday.
This is where memories flee,
Lying in wait like dormant ghosts
That walk through the walls of my mind
As I walk through the door.
The hinges creak in protest,
Rusted by the rain of forgotten days.
The floors squeak in upset,
Unaccustomed to my timid feet.
The dust is stirred, the silence snaps
Like twigs used for kindling
To spark my tepid heart.
A decade becomes a moment.
A moment becomes a lifetime.
This is where memories live,
Trapped in time like restless ghosts
That walk through walls and haunt the halls
Of doorways to yesterday.
Though broken, they open
To swallow me whole.
Categories:
doorways, memory,
Form: Free verse