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Doors (another serious one - will this never end?)

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LngJhnAg
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0 posted 07-31-99 12:17 PM       View Profile for LngJhnAg   Email LngJhnAg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for LngJhnAg

I dreamt last night of an endless hall,
With an infinity of doors along each wall.
Each door was open, some just a crack,
Upon each a sign, "Don't look back."

The suggestive signs made me turn,
To see what behind me I could learn.
But when I'd turned to look back,
There was no hall, no doors, no floor, just black.

And so I turned back to the fore,
And thus approached the nearest door.
The sign was engraved on a silver plate,
Each word emblazed of gold inlaid.

A voice warned me, "If you enter here,
The other doors will disappear."
And so in fear of choosing wrong,
I closed that door and then moved on.

Each new door echoed the first one's call,
So I closed each I passed down that hall.
When I turned to see the doors I'd latched,
There was no hall, no doors, no floor, just black.

A chilling pulse ran down my spine,
As I turned again to the door-lined
hall that ran into infinity,
And beckoned with doors opened for me.

I ran headlong in maddened flight,
Down that hall of enticing lights.
And as my panic drove me on,
Each door slammed closed, and then was gone.

I realized the doors that I passed by,
Delimited the passing of my life.
The signs were there to give peace of mind,
When I chose to leave that hall behind.

I stopped at last, and again turned back,
As before, no hall, no doors, no floor, just black.
But this time I breathed a deeper breath,
And walked through the next door to my rest.

Walk slowly down your doorlined hall,
Close each door you pass e'er it calls.
When you choose your door, you'll finally be,
At no hall, no doors, no floor; just peace.


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hoot_owl_rn
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1 posted 07-31-99 12:35 PM       View Profile for hoot_owl_rn   Email hoot_owl_rn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit hoot_owl_rn's Home Page   View IP for hoot_owl_rn

When one door closes, another opens...but sometimes we look to long and hard at the closed one to see what the opened one has revealed to us.....sometimes I think we would be better off to never look back
I like this side of you by the way.
RainbowGirl
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2 posted 07-31-99 01:14 PM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

That made me shiver, but it's hard to close a door, specially when it's still half open...does that mean you pull it wide open and step back inside or close it tight? Haven't worked it out yet but your poem has me thinking...

HUGS LJA

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LngJhnAg
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3 posted 07-31-99 05:55 PM       View Profile for LngJhnAg   Email LngJhnAg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LngJhnAg

Hootessa and Queen (I love your new name)

If we strive and fail, we should use the experience to learn to strive more effectively. This poem is in this class of instructive devices. The setting for the hall with doors came to mind, and so I started writing. But I pushed it too fast and too hard, and did not resist the temptation to do it online. Lorelei had places to go, and I let that drive me.

This poem was supposed to be about opportunities and the choices we make in our lives. But I was in a hurry and I jumped to another thread, about life and coming to closure with life.

Lesson: Do not throw away a setting just because outside influences demand more time.

Now, Queen - about the doors:

Each door represented another opportunity to stop living. Each time the door was closed, it meant the person chose to live and move on in his life. Some doors were opened a little, others yawned wide open. But he moved past them all, sometimes in fear, sometimes not. The doors, as I saw them, opened into the hallway, so closing them is easy. Either slam them or walk by and let them close on their own. Either way, once past, the door is gone. See? kinda deep, eh?
RainbowGirl
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4 posted 07-31-99 06:21 PM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

I do see but I guess I'm someplace in the middle and I know that until I take control, I'll always be in the middle..that I know!..But when you've waited and longed for what the door represented, you tend to leave the handle to choose for itself, albeit, no one closes the door and pain lingers on..so, I'm to blame for my own pain because I could close the door and I don't...I want to leave it open...I wish I made sense..

HUGS



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LngJhnAg
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Queen

Each time you decide that you'll let the handle decide, you've already closed that door, because you chose life. There are more doors waiting for you, to be sure. Eventually, you'll know when its time to choose the next door as your entry into peace. But make your choice carefully, because we need you on this side, too.
Balladeer
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6 posted 07-31-99 07:41 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

But my doors are all revolving except for the ones that have a flushing sound coming from behind them. What on earth does this mean?


(and I thoroughly enjoyed your style, btw)
 
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