Poetry Time
This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the ABOUT page for guidelines & contact information.
MY DOOR, EVERMORE
Soft, shallow music flowing,
Birds whispering their quiet, undemanding love,
Lustrous trees bending to the powerful wind
That’s just outside my door - evermore.
Can’t you hear the music from where you stand?
The echoed chirps of love?
Can you feel the wind blowing, my friend?
Just outside my open door – evermore.
Inside the open door
Is a small, neat, cozy mat.
And on its face clearly written: welcome.
To your right is a place for your hat.
Inside my door - evermore.
Yes, I’ve been hurt, and burned, and stepped on too.
And even cried tears, just like you.
You are safe inside my door.
Look - open your eyes and see.
No pressure, no pain, no cutting words.
Things to be left in the outside world.
Look again - my friend,
No accusations, no consolations.
Only fascination in what you have to say.
We can talk or sit in silence; inside my open door.
We can love, lust, or like - whichever you prefer.
…But in honesty, my friend - evermore.
My door opens to a sanctuary that I built alone, in full control.
And no matter where I live, or how,
It always holds on to part of my soul.
Inside my door, it’s so damn easy to give.
And inside my door, life isn’t so hard to live - anymore.
So come on in, step inside the door.
When you are ready, it will be held in store.
My door is open, for you - evermore.
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