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 wayWritten 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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