“Love ‘n Sunshine”
Painting by Mikki Senkarik
From mikkisenkarik.wordpress.com
some doors are too beautiful
dressed in more splendor
than anything they could hide
too inviting of real disappointment
too charming a front for interior bliss
but the only way to know
is to open and enter
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Doorways..the edge defining the inside and outside. Step in or walk out. A barrier like a guard to check ;who moves in or desires to exit. The door a surface to knock and peep 🙂 Glass, wooden, steel..large small or sleek..
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thanks for entering my door
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🙂
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I want to be there! Short, but says a lot.
Patti
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thanks, Patti
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I often sit on my front porch in the evening as lights are turned on in the homes of my street and wonder; what joy or sadness is to be found behind each curtained window? Well done, and as always you inspired me to write what I think.
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your comment is deeply appreciated, Angelique
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Ah I love doors, so evocative. I have taken many photos and drawn many doors in my time, something very mysterious and intriguing about them. Great little piece 😉
Have a great weekend
Ishaiya
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thank you kindly, Ishaiya
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Ahhh yes–the risk of opening doors, pretty or otherwise. Might find a welcoming lady, or a raging tiger.
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or both in one
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True!!
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Always appreciative of a door metaphor. Thank you. ~ Michael
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my pleasure
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Reblogged this on The Legion of Door Whores and commented:
had to share this very cool poem and door…. 🙂
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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This takes me back to France where I still feel is the land I should call home. Doors are – for the main part – enticing things there. Wonderful.
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the heart should live where it is loved
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From your words to the artistry…all perfect. Lovely work, Paul*
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thanks most sincerely
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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I grew up behind such a door–dressed up a lot of deceit.
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but you persevered
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Yes Sir, I did.
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Reblogged this on Tell me I'm Dreaming and commented:
I have dreamt too much and done too little
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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Beautiful!
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thank you kindly
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What an interesting way of looking at doors. Opening and entering is definitely the hard part.
http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com
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never know what’s there till we look
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