Open Poetry #46 |
My Door |
Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
My Door Leprous red has broken out on my shed door. It spreads. The sun does not bring it comfort today. It rains instead. My door has a gangreaous sore. It`s called rust. I must treat this cancer. Paint it I must. The door is never used, never opened. It`s lost in a crippling death. Nature`s four seasons feast lustfully on knobs, on hinges, on what`s left. Grime blackens my door. It sullies it. It asphyxiates it. I tell you this. But being the jerk that I am, I`ll never get around to fixing it. Because if I did, I`d have to clean the shed. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
I think this goes much deeper than a rusty door to the shed out back. I like the symbolism within this one. Thanks for sharing. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Loved the last line. Enjoyed. Kat >^..^< |
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Nocturnal Pulse Member
since 2010-08-12
Posts 84Australia |
Very creative, well done. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
I like this! Quite unique ~Amaryllis |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Backyard decadence expressed perfectly in less than ten lines... Gotta love it! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
No one who makes a conscious decision to do or not to do something can be called a jerk. In the case of this write maybe "lazy" could be substituted. But, hey, it's okay to be lazy - only perhaps until the door falls off. Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You may not fix it, but it inspired you to write a very captivating work. Everything seems destined to "rust" ... Love, Margherita |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
The Door just gave you a gift ~ fodder for a fine poem! I believe we all have a proverbial rust door ~ real or otherwise ~ in our lives. I got quite a chuckle out of your closing line! EA [This message has been edited by Earth Angel (09-02-2010 06:31 PM).] |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Nature`s four seasons feast lustfully on knobs, on hinges, on what`s left." somehow that seems to be about more than the door. a fine write! |
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