Doors.
Some lead in
Some lead out.
Some lead nowhere at all.
I stand at a door
I see in my mind’s eye
Heavy rotted wood
Barely hanging on the frame, ajar
The knob drops off in my hand
As the door flies open
I find myself standing at the
Edge of the world,
A bottomless chasm
Filled with colors and beauty,
And endless possibilities.
I am dizzy,
Not from fear.
Heart pounding in my chest,
Giddy as a school girl
At her first dance,
I do not jump,
I Leap.
And
I
Fly.
19 comments:
Love it Deb!!!
I always find old doors interesting...putting words with them makes it all the more enticing.
I know you have wings to fly girl!
SOAR!
XXOO!!
Anne
I hope your flying doesn't lead to toppling then tumbling and somersaulting for that would be the road to humiliation. Or would it be the downward spiral to humiliation. oh dear, I'm laughing. Tis true about humiliation, but you my Dear shall soar like the Eagles.
Oh, and by the way, I love your doors...let's see...I'll choose #5.
xoxo cori
lovely post - very evocative
fab photo!
Old doors and old windows too~they have such character~
You go girl!! I want to go with you! Maybe we could bring the Brawny man!!
You are so good!!!
Love and hugs.
That gave me chills, Deb! I had a dream just like that the other night. I was sorry to wake up!! You are the loveliest woman!!! And I love you! Silke
lovely Deborah!!! you always have a gift with words...I have a thing about doors too...they are always open for me in my mind...and always lead to changes that are new and exciting....
Have a wonderful day!!!
Hugs
Diana
Deb! I heart your poems. Big pink puffy hearts with rhinestones and glitter. I will jump, too. Try not to bump into me, okay? xoxox!
love this. Windows, doors, they are hope.
thanks for your comment love, Deb. I have a Nikon D40, and one extra zoom lens. I usually have it on auto because I am not a tech person at all. But I love tweeking a bit in the picnik app on google.
Once again, thank you. You are so sweet. And it was a good birthday (this past Sunday actually), but as the youngest of five, no one was around for big chunks of the day and she found it so lonely. Isn't perspective funny?
You go, girl! :)
This feels like a scene from Monsters'Incorporated trying to get to Boo's door! You fly, girl..
..and you will always strike a soft spot in mine too :) Lots of hugs and love,
~Silver
Good morning, sweetie! I just came from Ces's blog where it's all about Deborah today!! And rightly so - you are one incredible woman!! Much love to you! Silke
Hello Deb.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to rush over here and meet this incredible woman who I see everywhere on blogs. You write the nicest comments and it is impossible to miss how much you are loved by so many. I was thinking how foolish it would be for me to not get to know such a person. Ces asked me once if I know you. I hope in time, I will.
Your blog is beautiful and your poetry is soothing and inspiring, Deb.
Oh, and, you are the owner of Milo - yes? You have sent him on a trip that has brought much laughter and joy to many. I have loved reading about his travels. Thanks, Deb.
I am going to follow you and I look forward to getting to know the Deb who is so loved.
♥ audrey
This post is wonderful~
beautiful journey with your words and the doors.... are perfect.
Oh how I love this Deb, Love old doors and secrets that lay beyond. Yours words are so delicious.
xo-jj
I love that! The lift at the ending was almost physical! You have a magic touch with your words!
Oooh, those last words really grabbed me! LEAP and FLY! Yesssss. Make sure you have a good parachute, though.
I LOVE doors. Doors and windows. On my one and only brief trip to London, I think I took more pictures of doors than anything else.
hmmm I think of beetlejuice and that damn sand worm. Once you jump it's hard to find the door again. And that's precisely why I, too, jump and fly. ~rick
this rotted wood door barely hanging opens to a world of color and beauty....
and the narrator is not afraid of falling because she knows she can fly.
if i were madame kj reading your future, i'd say your wings are in place and you will be astonished.
when you put your words into a poetic form, deb, i feel like you open your heart....
xoxo
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