Brummet's Conscious Blog

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 a...