Open Poetry #46 |
Stranger Things |
Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Stranger things Have happened But I can’t remember when I opened a dark door And was blown away On a kindred wind How long That door’d Been there Waiting Is hard to say All my life perhaps Waiting For that day I would bite The apple offered When I came to stay |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
This is very deep and thought provoking. I can tell this has a lot personal resonance to you, and it may take a few more readings to grasp the meaning here. But still, you never fail to capture the imagination. Well done. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Thanks CG! ebm |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Eusta B. Mae - that door opened and something entered into your life, or something left. I like the words, and meaning of this write... BC |
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whisperingwalt Member
since 2010-04-29
Posts 240Coquitlam, BC, Canada |
enjoyed the read..good job EBM...ww |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
BC- thanks for the read, glad you're liking my words ---------------------- Walt- thanks for checking me out, glad i didn't disapoint-ebm |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yep, I opened a door like that also...walked in and stayed for about 13 years. Now I only make a phone call once a month or so. Doors are everywhere, and yes I do believe they are there our whole lives. Good write here, much enjoyed |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Timing, it's still everthing. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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