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Author Name: FreeHcivolmra 1 Comments
Date Added: July 28, 2011 19:07:34 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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Type: Free Verse
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Standing before a plain old door,
worn beyond the ages,
You can feel the familiar warmth of home,
you can smell the familiar scent of baking pies.
Reaching out to open the Door,
Pausing with your hand
upon its dully glinting bronze handle,
You can feel the love crafted into its furnishing.
Upon opening the plain old rosewood door,
the warmth of love washes over your face,
relieving the tensions of an age long life.
Taking off your boots,
you can feel the worn oak floors,
smooth and comforting,
oiled by the centuries of passage.
Off to the left stands a plainly upholsterd chair.
Taking off your coat
you hang it on the back of the chair,
stopping to lightly carress
the coarse, oiled, hand-carved chair,
where so many have rested
after their long arduous Journey.
To the left of the chair,
sitting amongst a stone ring
stands a blackend iron stove.
Where a freshly baked pie
stays warm upon
the pitted and stained stovetop.
Walking towards the pie,
You see a large stained glass window
looking out over
an emerald sea of evergreens,
contoured to the windswept valley
full of brightly glowing vitality.
Taking a slice of pie,
and continuing on past,
you come across a bed,
plainly carved, made up
with sheets that are faded,
but inviting all the same.
In the northwest corner,
stands another door,
slightly ajar,
letting in a constant draft
of the cool mountain air,
richly sented with wildflowers
and evergreens.
Full of the chatter of squirrels
punctured by the howling wolves.
Standing there, breathing deeply,
you relax and realize
that your Journey of Life has ended
with you back at home
Author's Notes:
I am putting this as general but I don't really know where it should belong. It could be spiritual because it speaks of how I see dying and the end of the Journey being the Home where your heart tells you. My Home, the one I still seek, is a small cottage on a mountain side overlooking a valley of evergreens. This poem could go into either religious or philosophy because it talks of the afterworld as I see it. So, long story short, I am not sure of what I should catagorize this poem as.
This Poem is about a dream of mine. I hope you enjoy it.
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Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on August 6, 2011 06:36:34 PM Report

John:  this is one of the most peaceful love filled poems I have ever read.  Such a feeling of peace and "where you belong".  An incredible write.


Lady D


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