Some doors are golden oak
shine like melted honey
but also locked and foreboding
There are metal ones, also
cool to the touch
futuristic and impenetrable
Some doors are inset
with tiny window panes
riding on hinges
like 1930’s gangsters
A few doors
are flung open
swishing in fresh air
and visitors both welcome
and not
White doors end up
dinged with messy hand prints
from people
pushing and clawing
their way in and out
Ah, but the door open to the mists
framed with a graceful arc
a jeweled curtain
veiling the mystery
beckons us
nothing concrete there
between you
and the other side
This was really beautiful!
Thank you so much, Megan 😀
How about a revolving door?
A revolving door is going to call for its very own poem, Marissa 😀
I really like this one – it’s how I feel exactly!! <3
I often smile at Marissa's comments on your posts – this one made me laugh out loud!
Thanks Pauline, Marissa’s got a cool brand of humor. I’ll get to that revolving door, it will probably involve me meeting myself halfway in…sorta like regular life, lol!
😀
The ageless symbol of doors is very well expressed here. Good poem.
Thank you, Sha’Tara!
Some wonderful thoughts here… doors to go through or not. Indeed there are choices for us to make in life! Great reflective poem.
That’s right, Iris, in life there are many decisions and many consequences. Thank you for your gracious compliment 😀
My pleasure. 🙂
This is a beautiful poem, enhanced (if that’s possible) by being read aloud. (My local publican still didn’t open early…something about licensing hours but I know he was tempted such is it’s charm) And never has the other side seemed so tempting to reach. Thanks LT, class as ever 🙂
Thank you for the gracious compliment, Phil. There is some contemplation when choosing doors, also maybe even windows too…. :- D
Love this one! Lovely images and a unique way to look at doors and the analogy with life and opportunities. I shall look for a door open to the mists…perhaps a screen door! Have an inspirational day!
Thank you, Jo, for your kind words. I think a door open to the mists is a fascinating choice, and a screen door is wonderful also. I hope you have a lovely day filled with inspiration 😀
Love this! Makes me all dreamy and perfectly reflects my thoughts today… 😄
Thanks, Sarah. It is perhaps time to throw off the negativity in the world in favor of goodness and mystery and light. Happy art-inspiring dreams!
To you too!! 🙂
Beautiful, L.T. By the end of the poem I felt as if all the doors had opened.
Oh that’s a great feeling, D.D. Thank you for your kind words!
Beautiful doorways, Lana. I like the last one most of all! 🙂
Thanks so much, Diana. I have to admit I’m smitten with the last one too :- D
Great post!
Thanks Jennie!
You are welcome!
Love this, esp the beaded curtain door, so hippie! A connection between the inside and outside. Well done. 🙂
Yeah, the hippie beaded curtain, I found quite appealing…I had to put it in there 😀 Thanks Joan!
This poem is deep and very symbolic.great piece of art
Thank you so much, anoali…
I find doors so interesting, Lana — and you’ve captured their mystique beautifully. Well done, ma’am!
Thanks so much, Debbie. I like doors, especially brightly painted ones, and imagining what’s behind them 😀
Doors are world in themselves, yours is a wonderful way to say it, so true. : )
Thank you, Francis. Doors are so intriguing, there is a little bit of the unknown beyond 😀
Of course, I remember a book of an architect as myself. When kid there was a door always open. Once the door was closed and he knew there was a dead man and the ceremony was there. Suddenly he felt the strength of the concept of a closed door. The meanings it take as a threshold. : )
Beautifully written
Thank you so much for the gracious comment, for reading, and following my blog. It is very nice to meet you here on WordPress!
It’s a joy to meet on here as well.