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Day 11 | April Poetry Month Challenge | The Door to Somewhere

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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Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 13, 2020

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



Apr 11, 2020

The Door to Somewhere


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…

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