Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #367, Old or New
"Write an "open door" poem or "closed door" poem."
Closed doors and closed rooms
are best swept out with brooms
to dismantle cobwebs, dust,
and any troubled spirits who must
move on from the trappings of this life.
So open those doors, let in the light.
Breathe in fresh air–Winter or not–to
clear out last year's dark black blot.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Owning doors and windows on New Years Eve is an old Irish tradition !