The smell of a freshly painted wall
Surrounds me as I walk down the hall
Feet dancing over a highly polished floor
Leading fearlessly to a slightly open door
Pushing that inviting door open wide
I survey the room with growing pride
It contains my life from birth up to today
Everything I ever did, be it work or play
I slowly turn around and take it all in
There is so much, I don’t know where to begin
Crossing the room, I touch something here and there
Memories, victories, losses, gains are everywhere
But I cannot dawdle, another door is waiting for me
Leading to the future I have come to see
Reaching for the handle I stop and wait
There on the other side rests my fate
Fear grips me, encircles my heart
Suddenly afraid the next step may not be smart
My hand is frozen, cannot move a finger
Feet stuck to the floor, in place I linger
The room displays my life like an open book
Showing me all the good and bad turns I took
I wonder again what the future has in store
Lying in wait behind this solid white door
Slowly I remove my hand from the handle
What awaits me may be happiness or scandal
My future, I so badly wanted to explore before
But realizing now I don’t want to know anymore
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Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Uplifting and yet cryptic. Nicely done.
Thanks Mugsdaddy, appreciate your comment!
Very good write Fred, sometimes we just want to remain in our comfort zone but it could be a wonderfully fulfilling surprise if you open that door. Many of the doors that I have opened in my life have brought me sorrow but more of them have brought me wonder and love.
What a nice comment, Goldfinch! Thank you so much. Sometimes we open these doors with no clue of what is behind.
A fine write Fred. Erm, when one door opened, did another one slam in your face?! doh! lol.
Thanks orchidee! That's what they say, when one door closes another one opens. But in this poem no door closed on me. Great comment.
Love the idea on which this is based - and a good write to do it justice.
Thanks so much Michael. Imagination is a strange thing. And btw, thank you for explaining that printing technique to me. Never heard of it before, but it sounds very artistic. I guess you could maybe put different paper below the flap, but the strips of paper would have to be placed again on each one, making each one of them different from one another, at least to a small degree. Personally I like etchings the most. Just the feel of the paper is incredible.
Awesome writing Fred. I always stand curious and excited behind a door before it opens for me. Remember that most of the time if you don't like what is behind the door you can always go back to the room before. The one that you already know.
Thank you Malu, but think, you open the door and confront a monster that grabs you and eats you. No more going back! 🙂
This is an alien movie, no reality. Unless you are opening doors to a different dimension. 😂 haha
I have that same room behind that door , nice poem Fred
Thanks WL, I guess we all do. There are times when I think it would be interesting to be able to peek behind that door, but then on the other hand, I do believe it is better if we don't know.
An excellent poem! I think we all have that realization that if we could see our future, would we? It's a very hard question for each and every one of us. Great write!
Thanks Christina, that was exactly my point. And it is a very hard question. See my response to WL above.
We have opened so many doors in our life, and each to a different place, we explored, we experienced, we success, we failed, so much behind each door.
Love the door story.
Mahalo M&M, sometimes it seems to me that life is just like a big old mansion. You wander through the hallways, up and down the stairs, peeking behind the closed doors whenever curiosity compels you to.
Yes we continually move e away from the comfortable room to the next but often we have a choice of doors thru which to pass dont we. Therein is the dilemma, which to choose and once chosen we are often nagged by the 'i shoulda taken the other door' doubts.
Of course the white door at the end of the tunnel we are told is the biggy..... once you go thru that you're back where you started ready to be reborn and a whole new corridor of doors. Great writing.
Thanks so much da! You not only opened my eyes with your comment, but you opened up a whole other set of cans of worms!!!! Love the reborn aspect, did not think of that.
You know it is strange sometimes how these poems come about. I thought of the first two lines on their own. No idea on where to go from there. Then, slowly, it kind of continued on its own. Halfway through I still didn\'t know where it would end.
I know just how you must have felt, inspired to write the initial verse but committed to see it thru to a conclusion. Our tenacity as poets brings forth unknown destinations for us. Afterwards one can sometimes look at a piece and think 'I'm pleased with that , but where on earth did it come from?'
All of us feel nervous in the beginning, but that is exactly why we should take a leap into the unknown, wonderful write!
Mahalo poetboy, I can only agree with you. Cover your eyes, hold your nose, hope for the best...and jump!
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