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Three Doors

I see three doors before me. The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue with ornate lacework in its center. Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure and inspires me with its sophistication. I imagine inside the rooms beyond that door exotic curios on shelves along the walls or tables heaped with charming little treasures. My muse’s curiosity is sparked! The middle door I see is that of a welcoming house. Beneath two large rectangles of decorative glass hangs a straw wreath adorned with festive flowers. A friendly-looking white lab sits in front of this door and on each side of it on the old-fashioned porch are two pots of pretty geraniums. I imagine beyond this door friends and family gathered around the kitchen table finishing Mom’s delicious apple pie and preparing to break open a pack of cards or sit beside their fireplace, playing charades or perhaps singing along to a guitar. The part of me that longs for warmth of family lingers at this door. The last door I spy much farther away and surrounded by trees is a light green door blending in with nature, unadorned and not as high as the first two doors. Were it a bit smaller and round, it could almost be the door to a hobbit’s cottage. A bower of vines spreads around it covering the brown bricks of the house, and a short cobblestone pathway leads upward to this simple but interesting door. I know that if I open it and wander in, solitude will surely greet me, a solitude so sweet that when I shut the door behind me, I’ll leave behind the stresses of my life. I will have entered another world where I can rest and meditate. . . perchance to write. I look back at the first door, imagining the thrill of discovery. Its charming blue entices me. Then I return my gaze to the second door from which warmth and empathy exude. I redirect my gaze to the third door. . . Which do I want more? New experiences? Intimacy? Peacefulness? Creative inspiration could reside behind all three. Which one do I choose? Which one would YOU choose? March 28, 2017 for the Doors Contest of Richard Lamoureux

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  1. Date: 3/30/2017 5:04:00 PM

    Andrea this is excellent,,you describe all the doors so beautifully .each one would be the right choice~
  1. Date: 3/30/2017 12:57:00 PM

    Give me door 3. It grabs my Arcadian desires. Love, daver
  1. Date: 3/30/2017 11:11:00 AM

    A good read requiring the reader to think as well as feel his way through the words. Your hypnotic words both touch the heart and intrigue the mind, rolling gently off the tongue while drifting quietly into memory. Emile. #7
  1. Date: 3/30/2017 9:49:00 AM

    Beautifully described, Andrea! All three doors have their allure, but if I had to choose, I would omit no 1, and focus on the other two...first visiting family, and then moving on for some quiet personal quality time:) Regards // paul
  1. Date: 3/30/2017 1:41:00 AM

    This is brilliant Andrea....Beautiful description... I would choose door no 2 and 3... I enjoyed it thoroughly... Good luck with the contest. I am sure it will be in the winner's list. And thank you so much for that link... I showed it to my mom and dad and asked them to choose their favourite. A fun one. Thanks for making us smile... A big 7 for this wonderful piece....
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 10:29:00 PM

    today door one.. the "lupis blue with ornate lacework in its center. Parisian-esque.." intrigues the saggitarian traveller in me. ..before you ask door two is "family" they live nearby... door three is "peace" which I am blessed to experience daily, the ocean, mountains and forests surround us..though the "white lab" came close, I am researching for a puppy! :-) I didn't see Your choice I will read below for clues. personality test should be fun stay tuned! are too funny :-)
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 10:18:00 PM

    Great prose piece! In my earlier years, I'm walking through door number three. Right now, I would walk through door number two. This is an interesting assessment of personality.
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 7:43:00 PM

    This is fabulous, Andrea! And what a great question to ponder. Difficult choice.
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 5:59:00 PM

    So wonderfully creative Andrea :-) Your describe all three doors beautifully. I adore poems that make one think. A fascinating dilemma, that would depend on where I am in life... all three are enticing through your artistic rendering. An excellent write, fave 7+ blessings xxx
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 5:56:00 PM

    Fun poem, I don't know which I would choose, but I do know that reading you is making me feel wholly inadequate as a writer. Great job on this, as always
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 3:39:00 PM

    I think I would choose peace, Andrea. I love the way you describe each door and its potential. Indeed, "Creative inspiration could reside behind all three." Excellent entry for Richard's contest. Wishing you success! Hugs, Carolyn
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 2:08:00 PM

    Tough choices Andrea, you've presented a dilemma. Best wishes in the contest.
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 12:36:00 PM

    From your writings I would tend to believe you would pick door number..... good luck in the pose an interesting question
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 10:24:00 AM

    All three doors so elegantly described, I want them all. But because I love my family the 2nd door would draw me in.
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 5:29:00 AM

    Choices choices ... I'd want to have access to all the doors at different times in my life - I just want it all Andrea:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
  1. Date: 3/29/2017 3:09:00 AM

    I would choose the second. I simply love apple pies. Clever poem.