There is a big red alarm bell hanging outside my house In an emergency I can sound it but I have no neighbors and live alone at least I can hear it myself and turn it on myself when I need it myself
Day 2374, who’s listening.
Daily picture, Poetrydoor
Day 2372, bland.
Daily picture, Poetry
It sometimes helps to know how a door looks when meeting someone bland
Day 2341, strange.
Daily picture, Poetry
A green door on number four with three locks three door bells four nameplates and one mailbox
Day 1470, doorway.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Colorful doorway
to a winter weathered door
an empty keyhole
Day 1430, key.
Day's pictures, Poetry
These doors
in front of me
don’t tell
where they
lead
to
~
maybe
to the other
side
or
a cellar
a loft
storage
~
do I need a key
Day 1420, opening up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The old door
is corroded
over the years
~
it’s not
maintained
but
what inside
is still vivid
Day 1271, choice.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A black
heavy
dark door
~
a postbox
~
and a message
to deliver
Day 1074, I look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a peephole I look
afraid, and see a dark forest.
The door won’t open.
Nochrisis
Day 1055, a door.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A door, lost in nowhere
black painted iron, half sunken in still white snow
I stare, get lost, did I go through?
Is it even open?
the whiteout hides, footsteps passing
maybe I leaped, I will not know, so
I leave the door behind
dreaming of other pastures
on one of two sides.
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 