I'm going to post a picture...

[butters]

and maybe someone will write a poem inspired by it.

feel free to write or post new pics that might supply fresh eureka moments for anyone else here.

http://www.danheller.com/images/Europe/Greece/Naxos/DoorsWins/old-wood-door-in-stone-wall-big.jpg

 

[DrewberryLess]

.....

 

[UnderYourSpell]

will be back

 

[greenmountaineer]

His Narrow Door

He took his prizd posesion,
The one he made inside his hut,
Just large enough to squeeze it through
His narrow door to be outside with it.

The sun was high; the sky was clear,
A perfect day for viewing it,
When some others happened by
And took a look at it.

Now to the naked eye, some said,
The ends were blunt, the grain was rough,
But if he'd like to work outside,
They'd help to sand and varnish it.

He said "No thanks" then went inside
But left ajar his narrow door
And hoped to hear some passerby
Say “My oh My!” when touching it.

 

[butters]

leaving the door open just that bit allows some home for improvement at a later date

enjoying the metaphor i read into this. of course it could apply to many things, but i'm seeing the poet-in-progress

 

[greenmountaineer]

leaving the door open just that bit allows some home for improvement at a later date

enjoying the metaphor i read into this. of course it could apply to many things, but i'm seeing the poet-in-progress.

Yes.

A wise woman on this website once said to a new poet, "Six months from now, go back and look at one of your poems, and you will surely edit it" or words to that effect.

Hell. I wanted to change it six minutes after posting it. That's either progress or impatience in the first place.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I did make a start on a poem but it was going to be all weepy n sad boo hoo but I might think again and lighten up a bit, just letting you know I haven't forgotten
Oh forgot to say that Green's take on it is a great idea and very original

 

[mikesaysno]

open it and go on through
there's nought to see
but none to lose
you'll be there
you've been before
the other side
another door
and when your neither gone
nor here
be sure to leave
beyond
no more

 

[eagleyez]

high up,
a boulderfield followed
further by a shale bed,
all rocks run grey
in times weather.

he built a door.
it went nowhere
but tagged the mountain
with his gang sign.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

open it and go on through
there's nought to see
but none to lose
you'll be there
you've been before
the other side
another door
and when your neither gone
nor here
be sure to leave
beyond
no more

Nice piece needs some commas to get the full gist though

high up,
a boulderfield followed
further by a shale bed,
all rocks run grey
in times weather.

he built a door.
it went nowhere
but tagged the mountain
with his gang sign.

wow EE I really like that

 

[UnderYourSpell]

The wall was old
when we were young,
struggling to climb
it's crumbling walls
to reach forbidden fruit
locked beyond.
With scraped knees
and torn petticoats
we'd arrive at the top
breathless and triumphant,
to survey our kingdom
and shower lichen
on those still far below
and far away
in those sunlit days
of long ago.

 

[Obsequium]

Ciao

Chippy,*

"A clever, imagination, humorous request can open closed doors and closed minds."
*-Percy Ross

Wanted to post something to this wonderful new thread, I love the picture it reminds me of Cyprus and the entrance to the chalet we stayed in. I have so many memories of my time there. The rest of the story well, Faneromeni Academy, LOL very short lived... *But the memories of Greece has brought me back to this area over and over through the years... Will write something on this door and post my poem later, Good Luck with the thread... Inspiring photo hope to see more.*

Started with a quote may as well end with one, both came to mind viewing the picture.

Ciao, Obsequium.

Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter,*
Emily Dickinson

 

[butters]

open it and go on through
there's nought to see
but none to lose
you'll be there
you've been before
the other side
another door
and when your neither gone
nor here
be sure to leave
beyond
no more

thanks for posting here, mikesaysno - is this yours? i like it, whoever wrote it.

high up,
a boulderfield followed
further by a shale bed,
all rocks run grey
in times weather.

he built a door.
it went nowhere
but tagged the mountain
with his gang sign.

all rocks run grey ... niiiiiice! and the unexpected last lines make this a novel read. cheers!

The wall was old
when we were young,
struggling to climb
its crumbling walls
to reach forbidden fruit
locked beyond.
With scraped knees
and torn petticoats
we'd arrive at the top
breathless and triumphant,
to survey our kingdom
and shower lichen
on those still far below
and far away
in those sunlit days
of long ago.

lovin the intro lines, here, annie it has that breathless energy of youth tempered by the warmth of memory as we age.

Chippy,*

"A clever, imagination, humorous request can open closed doors and closed minds."
*-Percy Ross

Wanted to post something to this wonderful new thread, I love the picture it reminds me of Cyprus and the entrance to the chalet we stayed in. I have so many memories of my time there. The rest of the story well, Faneromeni Academy, LOL very short lived... *But the memories of Greece has brought me back to this area over and over through the years... Will write something on this door and post my poem later, Good Luck with the thread... Inspiring photo hope to see more.*

Started with a quote may as well end with one, both came to mind viewing the picture.

Ciao, Obsequium.

Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter,*
Emily Dickinson

it is a fabulous image, isn't it? glad you liked it and it brought back some good memories for you, O. hopefully we'll get to read a poem soon...

 

[CharleyH]

Stone cold you stop me.
You latch,
you bar your door,
but I know love, know
you love me.

Mortar shines a sign
of you,
me, meant to be
I will come, save you
I love you

Forever and ever.

 

[Remec]

Hideaway

I tried again today.

Was sunny and bright, with
barely a trace of shadow
upon either stone or wood,
but he has always had enough
shade lying over his heart,

The door was closed.

It always is.
-----

 

[CharleyH]

I tried again today.

Was sunny and bright, with
barely a trace of shadow
upon either stone or wood,
but he has always had enough
shade lying over his heart,

The door was closed.

It always is.
-----

ooo - like loads

 

[butters]

Stone cold you stop me.
You latch,
you bar your door,
but I know love, know
you love me.

Mortar shines a sign
of you,
me, meant to be
I will come, save you
I love you

Forever and ever.

what warmth

I tried again today.

Was sunny and bright, with
barely a trace of shadow
upon either stone or wood,
but he has always had enough
shade lying over his heart,

The door was closed.

It always is.
-----

poignant! hits home, this one.

 

[CharleyH]

what warmth

I hope you're being sarcastic, Chip ... I meant to come at this from a serial killer POV.
Edit to add: I see it now ... your right. I didn't lock the insanity, insanity, insanity down in this. xo

 

[mikesaysno]

thanks for posting here, mikesaysno - is this yours? i like it, whoever wrote it.

yep thats mine...Kiss could only dream of poetry like that

 

[kikmosa]

.....

 

[UnderYourSpell]

thanks for posting here, mikesaysno - is this yours? i like it, whoever wrote it.

yep thats mine...Kiss could only dream of poetry like that

very close to the lyrics of Forever girl though

 

[butters]

I hope you're being sarcastic, Chip ... I meant to come at this from a serial killer POV.
Edit to add: I see it now ... your right. I didn't lock the insanity, insanity, insanity down in this. xo

tbh, though, as soon as you mentioned that angle, it's all i could see. might i suggest leaving the poem as is, but using the title as a pointer for the reader? it's definitely chilling when read from the stalkery pov *shivers*

A wooden door
Without a lock
What would happen
Should I knock

Would someone answer
My timid tap
Or would I wait
And again I'd rap

What lies behind
That wooden door
Perhaps I've been here
Once before

Did I come once
In a dream
I've seen this door
Before it seems

Is it a friend
Hid within
Waiting to greet me
With a grin

Or perhaps this door
To magic leads
A land of fun
And prancing steeds

A world of magic
Or hidden friend
If I knocked
Could I come in?

a doorway, a portal, the what lies beyond ... an enigmatic picture inspiring your write. cool!

 

[Obsequium]

Door

Door
Ancient door, caretaker of history past,
Weathered flanks bleached in Cyprus sun,
Boards warped to character,
The greying age sits noble on your frame.
My dear, dear friend,
Time stands still for some I see,
Blessing of some lost goddess, I suppose,
Because there you stand unbeaten by fouler weather,
The picture of my youth.
Long have I thought of those years, pass the threshold,
Warm embrace of your walls,
Slow waltzes across your worn floors
Precious are those memories,
To be tainted by the loss,
So I pass the door as a stranger from another age.

Obsequium

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[Obsequium]

Door...

Poem duplicated...

 

[CharleyH]

tbh, though, as soon as you mentioned that angle, it's all i could see. might i suggest leaving the poem as is, but using the title as a pointer for the reader? it's definitely chilling when read from the stalkery pov *shivers*

Can you suggest a good one? I'm horrid with titles and usually use one word (plus an a or the) to describe anything I write.

PS.
My Buried Bride (sounds familiar to me, though)