When the Door Closes

My secret life as a poet, writer, photographer…



N – Not Since I Stepped Out My Door

I used to think beauty
as apart from me,
an exotic thing
only seen in magazines.
Not now. Not anymore.
Not since I stepped out my door
and really looked around.
Beauty abounds!
For even a common housefly
catches the eye
when sunning itself
on a luminous, green shelf.
So in the mirror I now gaze
with nary a nasty phrase
and wish for you the same:
beauty, claimed!

Posted for the A-Z Challenge: N and NaPoWriMo
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Only Then

Perhaps life isn’t so straightforward
and plans change or changed for you
but you’re nudged nonetheless towards
something nameless but necessary
and so you follow, sometimes willingly,
or perhaps not, and if so
life will always return you to this fated place
until all the fruit’s picked
and the field grows fallow and only then can you
leave for other spaces.

Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Places
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Continuing the Journey

I got in the car today,
intent on running away
but was dismayed to find
on looking behind
a backseat rider.
I stalled the car
in my haste to oust her,
but learned soon after
continuing the journey
meant embracing me entirely.

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