Sometime Door
I must go through the door
sometime
but there is so much more to do
in this little room
I don’t just sit here
children grown with children
gardens harvested
students off to save the world
I’ve rearranged the furniture a few times
scary and stimulating for
prosaic and practical
grasped for the familiar
learned the hand that holds the shield
still succumbs to time
Sought solitude
feared loneliness
concentrated
meditated
traveled
returned to still me
Sometimes
when the walls press inward
when that word I know well
the one that belongs in my poem
refuses to reveal itself
I wonder, is it time?
What if stories go untold?
If poems remain unwritten?
I stand by the door
reach for the handle
but this old room is comfortable
perhaps I should just rearrange the furniture
one more time
Prompt: The Door Goes Both Ways
Form: Triquain (Did not use)
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I like the way you have used the prompt. I like the coziness of the room also.
Thank you!
It’s really revealing to read these as a group. This is a poem that let’s us be the voyeur in your world. We peak into the room and into the life at the same time. Bravo!
Thank you