Short Entryway Poems
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hanging mistletoe
decorates the entryway....
a kiss is stolen
for Andrea's "Haiku me a Christmas Tree" contest
What do you want from me?
I try to not look sad as I go to bed
Giving you hope for tomorrow and calm for your rest
Knowing that the lonely trek is ahead, I press
As I reach the entryway my heart wrenches for you to come
Running behind me
We meet where our lives took shape and life began
Realizing that was a quick daydream I lose another piece of us.
Neither Punxsutawney Phil today
Nor Staten Island Chuck
Saw their shadows when emerging,
Which to many is good luck.
It predicts a shorter winter
And an entryway to spring,
Though there's skepticism surely
When a groundhog is the king.
Still, we hark to their predictions,
Causing many to rejoice.
Yet, the almanac, to me, would be
The harbinger of choice.
Green boughs form a wreath for our doors
The doors that give entryway to our homes
Homes that are the heartbeat of family life
Lives made more fulfilling by loving friends
Our friends sharing in the season's special joys
The joy and safety of knowing we are cherished
We cherish and anticipate all our yearly traditions
The tradition of hanging our wreath on the door
For the Wreath contest...
Green boughs form a wreath for our doors
The doors that give entryway to our homes
Homes that are the heartbeat of family life
Lives made more fulfilling by loving friends
Our friends sharing in the season's special joys
The joy and safety of knowing we are cherished
We cherish and anticipate all our yearly traditions
The tradition of hanging our wreath on the door
For the Wreath contest...
formless
open
energy
catapulting
its
thought
through
the universe
sparking
light's
instant
entryway
to
the
intersecting
slow motion
crash
of
DNA
its own
universes
beginning
both
the
cause
and
the
effect
it
informs
from
within
and
without
its
new
encasement
of
beating
pulsating
flesh
Conception; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker, 2014
Beyond every question…
God is the answer
filling in the gaps of our imperfection
offering hope in the face of despair
light to shine through the darkness
and promise
when abandonment is all we feel
lifting the burden that covers our greatness
reaffirming our choices
strengthening our wills on the forge of His power
unblocking the final entryway
—to ourselves divine
(The Book Of Prayers: October, 2020)
I wish my room had a story to share.
With the goal for me to have the option to play.
This entryway is unimportant to me.
I dislike being fixed behind a doorway.
What case might be this crawling around?
As a result, it's somewhat picky.
Without connecting with the ground.
Flying is getting simple progressively.
Is the chance to be a finished bore.
Since you've arrived at the summit of the sky