Penelope

Good ole Penelope

Purple people-pleaser

She is

Never one to turn down

A chance

To show us around town

Eyes agog

Always open to fun

She is

Engine panting like a dog

After a mile-long chase

With a wide grin on her face

Neither rain nor snow

Nor age nor sun

That is

Slows this feisty

Little lady

Of a VW Beetle down

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My Book

In my beginning

I sensed my shadow,

but refused to know it

An onionskin tome,

latched and locked

between hardened covers

Always looking away,

I was convinced:

It was too big

It was too heavy

It was not mine

It was a secret

Like a spectre –it loomed

and other shadows

drew upon it –took of it,

marked and tore its pages

In truth, I failed to defend

this misread book

As its edges grew ragged

and creases pierced me,

I wanted –needed

to unlock those stories

Introduce myself

Unfold my life

I heaved its cover,

let go of difficult words,

embraced each page,

smoothed careless dog-ears,

patched abusive tears,

and learned its purpose

-to serve, to love

Now I see it,

I am convinced:

It is big

I can carry it

It is mine

It is to be shared

Many chapters later,

I am peace-in-progress

I now walk with my shadow

Unfolding new stories

This is me –my life

My book to love

My book of love

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The Door

Welcome!

The door seems to say

Begging to be looked at

and yet, be looked past

Flaunting its cheeky hue,

though closed, boasts openly

Don’t dwell on my stoop

The door seems to sway

For you see, those lines

my doorstep betrays

are life’s happy tears

worn proudly, by the way

Never mind my stains

The door humbly conveys

Such beautiful luster

from my dutiful hinges

tells of years of service

keeping me in practice

Oh, forget about my sag!

The door casually bids

For they’ve loosened up

-swung open many a day

to hug those bringing joy

my grateful home’s way

Written for Every Day Poems for their "Image-ine" poetry prompt based on "Purple Door" photo by Patrick Feller, Creative commons, via Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nakrnsm/3939131993/sizes/z/in/faves-everydaypoems/
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