There is an old Irish tradition that says as the new year arrives, you open your back door to let out the old year and open the front door to let in the new. Doors symbolize entrances and exits. Write an ”open door” poem, or a ”closed door” poem. Either way, Happy New Year to all and here’s hoping 2022 is an improvement!
MARIES ENTRANCE:
May God open doors meant for me, close those not, and lock my steps with His. © Marie Elena Good, 2022 #seventeenintwentytwo
WALTS EXIT:
REMEMBER remember all doors are trap doors, and our fires should be barely more than sticks. We must remember remembering is always futuristic. ~from “Post-Apocalyptic” by Stacia M. Fleegal All doors are trap doors. Some lead to destinations, others to other trap doors. A mind’s cavernous hollow lets you follow where knowledge and memory lead. Knowing bears a confidence to pursue. Memory plays in a constant loop revisiting that which we have left behind or forgotten. Yet, ignoring the past becomes a destiny to repeat it; a step forward from where recollection is buried. Step away from the past, remembering is always futuristic. (C) Walter J. Wojtanik
POETIC BLOOMINGS 