WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.
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Day 11 | April 11th | The Door to Somewhere
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11. The Door to Somewhere
Each opportunity to us offered
Contains within a promise proffered
No one can say exactly what
No one can argue ifs, ands, or but
Each window looks onto the world
Every flag in winds fly unfurled
Decisions we face – chances we share
Each choice is a door to somewhere.
(c) Linda J. Pedley 04/12/2020
A Door to Somewhere
A door in Grandma’s basement
Always locked since I was young
Forever thought it strange, its placement
Questions sprung
Had to be a door to somewhere
Cards and picks fail
Could not get in
Would not allow this to be the end of the tale
I intended to win
Had to be a door to somewhere
Determined, I popped the hinges
The door fell away
A sound from above made me cringe
Finally I would have my day
To enter the door to somewhere
With surprise
I see ahead a staircase
Why had she lied?
I ran up as if in a race
Atop I see another door to somewhere
The door would not budge
Nailed…
The Door to Somewhere
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This dusty dirt track leads ever on
Through wildwood meadow and chilled mountain pass;
Where will it take us, oh where will we have gone,
And what will the stories encompass?
Amidst the grays and blues of sun-kissed skies,
In between the calls of wild-bluejays,
I wonder in my heart, if you can surmise, through the truths and lies,
Of the story foretold in the shadows and ways
That this heart-of-knight can vanquish, the foes and monsters,
Of those darkened and tortured nights of terror.
Down this dusty wagon-road, speak to me your thoughts of ponders,
For this road you take is without error.
See these roots-deep trees, these sentinels of centuries
That have stories…