door – penned in moon dust

Drawing You #poetry #face

My first sweep of your jawline

a shade around your nose

caught on your eyes

what is happening

who knows

I sketched until dawn

this face remembering

then why were my lips

shaking and trembling

***

I peered deeper still

you looked back at me

what had I done

set my love free?

To settle on a face

the one in my dreams

Oh what a fool

to believe in such schemes

I continued to draw

each night until dawn

I’d lost all control

what had gone wrong?

***

Hearing a sound

before the sun rose

a knock on the door

could it be?

I don’t know

***

There someone stood

something circling his face

the man in my drawing

no turning back

I’ll have a mental break

When I originally wrote this I was starting to draw portraits. They are difficult. I added a little more Jekyl Hyde rather than a romantic tone.

Art: Pablo Picasso

For Love of Doors #photography #haiku

Door to Heaven by Clare

Going in or out

nature beckons past winter

opening to light

Miscellaneous Musings has a prompt each Thursday for those who love photographing doors.

I Hold a Key #poetry #devotion

the key

Bright and shiny once

I hang in offering

a door I once opened

I hold the way still

Bright and shiny once

a way to life I bring

eyes I awakened

healing the ill

Bright and shiny once

I free the wandering

embrace the shaken

not bitter the pill

Bright and shiny once

he who is pondering

his will I will strengthen

tho they test my metal – I will prevail

“I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.”

Matthew 16:19

“And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia write: He who is holy, who is true, who has the key of David, who opens and no one will shut, and who shuts and no one opens, says this…”

Revelation 3:7

The key symbolizes a significant wisdom that goes beyond strength. I can only imagine a key that opens the way to peace and green pastures where animals and children play. I hope and pray for anger and evil to be bound so that we can have hope and a clear view of Heaven.

Castle #haiku #poetry #photography

castle entrance

a place to dream

fields catch the whispers of spring

castles in the sky

set upon a hill

eagle’s keen eyed defense

memories under stone

posterized castle door

Photography of Castles in England and Wales

The prompt at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Castles

The Other Side of the Door #poetry #faith #photography

Where have I come from

where will I go

the door it has opened

to where I don’t know

it crept in as light

just under a bit

then it grew bigger

my entire room was lit

it beckoned for me

“come this way” it said

oh what was I thinking

when I got out of bed?

which foot do I start with

which shoes do I wear

a bit tentative

before me its dare

I have dreamt of this day

for years in a glass

and now that it’s here

I fear what will pass

none for those thoughts

there’s much more to find

take one walking stick

give no thought behind

walking stick

What awaits us as we walk out the door of this life into a new reality? I believe that death is like a door that we walk through and there is a new world called heaven with plenty of green rolling hills to traverse.

“Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut. I know that you have but little power, and yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name”.

Revelation 3:8

The art and photography is © moondust designs

The Door to the Garden #atozchallenge #poetry #art

entrance to another world

crack it open

songs stream through the opening

throw it wide

sunlight treasure dusts your path

go through the door

look upon adventure

don’t look back

behind you is gone

your past is a closed book

keep walking

surprise in the garden

you are never alone

love grows here

its fresh scent opens your eyes

awaiting spring

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment…

~Carl Sandburg

Didactic Poetry: A form of verse, the aim of which is to instruct the mind and improve morals. (information on forms gathered from Poetry Soup)

The painting: “Filoli Courtyard” is one of my mother’s paintings. It kept me sane this past winter.

photo-challenge-perspective #photography #poetry

awaiting spring

when you open

winter’s door

fall upon

her icy floor

if by chance

look up you see

spring flung open

her golden beauty perspective

This week’s prompt at word press weekly photo challenge is perspective. Perspective in writing, photography and life depends on how you look at an image, verse, situation. Having sustained (disabling) injuries from two ice storms, I am relegated to sit (three of my four limbs in braces or casts). From my chair, I am looking at the door toward winter and the painting of a vibrant spring. I am grateful that I unlike those who face a lifetime of immobility will be able to go outside and embrace the spring. For now I am warmed by beauty, loved ones and God.

It’s all in the perspective. Please enjoy these photographers:

Final Goodbye

It never hit ’til you closed the door

didn’t turn back – no tempting smile

sauntered alone into gray

now you’re gone everything’s wrong

why wouldn’t you stay?

***

What about you will I miss?

cheeky grin, witty words

intelligence , talks late in the night

those lengthy kisses in your arms

***

why this empty vacuous silence?

love barren – irretrievable

were you tired of us

savoring memories?

***

thoughts of no more he/ no more me

how did the end begin?

little does he know

he has taken me with him