When the Door Closes

My secret life as a poet, writer, photographer…



Path Through Bleakness

Clear path meanders
through bleakness to storms afield,
whose gray consumes all
but a bantam blue patch, veiled
beyond sight in the corner.


Posted and inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Symbol
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Through Locked Gates

Passing through locked gates,
casting shadows as it lights,
Evening shimmers.


Posted for the Daily Prompt: Journey
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Sometimes dreams burn to embers,
and, mourning, convictions scatter
like ashes blasted by the wind.
When the fire’s fizzled, though,
and the burn salved,
a tiny bud emerges from the gray,
not quite new
not as fresh
but there –
there! –

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Waltzing Weeds

Birds crow in triumph –
even weeds waltz in the sun.
Garden after rain.


Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Sliced Bread
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From the Shadows, Color

Briers cast shadows
long of thorn, short of flowers.
Behold one, reward.


Posted in Response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward
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I want to be
like the olive tree
that grows on the mountainside
wild and free
and when the tourists come,
trampling on my roots,
how such a tree
can cling to the earth
with such tenacity,
I shall simply ruffle my leaves
but deep down in the dirt
beyond the rocks and scraggly grass
water flows,
the elixir of life
eons beyond the reach
of seedlings.

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