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Cloud of Doors, and Things to Open

i’m waiting on a cloud

i see a door


i move closer

one becomes three


i begin to wonder

which one to open


now another row’s behind them




one, has me mesmerized

it looks wise, worn wood

in my gaze, the word HABIT appears

it opens, ajar


i begin to move into it

before i realize this is where i am,

i freeze

standing, thinking, excitement prevails



instant i am anxious, afraid

fearful as to what comes next



i’m in my bedroom

all i see are the piles

clothes, enveopes to file, envelopes

to PAY NOW that had been left, always

on the top, so i’ll pay…

but now,

all i see is old,


how tired they look, they have given up

on me

i didn’t care enough to

hang up the dress jacket,

or stick the card i bought from MOMA

in a frame



i tire.

i need to sit.

i need to release the tension from my room.


i look around me, i see

the depression glass emeral green vanity tray,

the noritake candy dish that holds the pink ostrich

feather that gathers dust, two sterling button hooks,

pyramid shaped rocks, and the porcelain japanese hat-pin holder

all sitting ‘Just So’

this is a comfortable place

a memory of a time, a place, a circumstance

when i was last happy

with myself



a back door falls off it’s hinges

PROCRASTINATE begins to disappear

but now a wall appears

the arched opening commands attention



to my right, a mausoleum

as i walk through it’s hallway,

i notice little doors, drawers really

they are lettered; pay, return form, cancel, throw away,

make appointment, call, send


this is my wall of procrastination and guilt

none of the door’s sit on the floor off it’s hinges


i will look again, tomorrow, it is getting late


as i leave, i see one larger door,

it reads


it looks like a mood ring changing colours

as my emotions change



i tire.

i need to sit.

i need to release the tensions from that resting place.


as i walk away

i remember the lace that graced my dressing table

and the tablature, my shrine, is remembered


i smile.

i smile for holding that memory,

i smile for the one i’ve yet to create



three cherub muses encircle me

to tell me when a door has fallen,

these muses are named INITIATE, DISCIPLINE and




i have much to learn,

but it’s good to know that i have chrub muses

to guide me through these doors and other things to open



-dld o2.o2.11-


the muse is in, prompt # 109

lessons come to us through the cracks in the wall


like a gift

that when you get to the last piece of wrapping

to peel back, you are satisfied

for having lived through each

awakening, ahhh

the bittersweet release to lickmypoetry

i fly learned, now

dld, aug. 16, ’10

to right it

wrelease energy
pent-up emotions
…..to discover

uncover that which
…..is disturbing


say it a differnt way
…..to help others discover
…….uncover that which is unknown

the moment from the past
….discovery is sometimes
…..some time later
……yet never too late
…….to uncover that which
…….. can help us grow
___________________________dld August 20, 1989