D300 - 100 mm, 1/320 sec f/14, ISO 200No, don't be fooled by the rusty appearance
the smudged corners, the weathered colors.
The door is shut but not for real
it's only shy
and has been wounded.
the smudged corners, the weathered colors.
The door is shut but not for real
it's only shy
and has been wounded.
Soothing calm healing songs falling down around your ears, you are floating in soft healing waters and the incessant barking of the beast has finally quieted. There, now you see the light that you are, and all of those crumpled leaves have finally blown away and you are silent within...
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, happy solstice, you have been and remain such an inspiration to me my friend.
Excellent metaphor! As a shy person, I this poem really resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteAs a lover of old doors and windows I can share the attraction. Love the poem.
ReplyDeleteYor are light and love. Both cannot be hidden.
ReplyDeletedear friends, thank you so much for your words.
ReplyDeleteIt is time now to join the party, hopping among dinners, brunches, toasts, wine tasting, climbing chocolate hills and crossing champagne rivers, etc... hoping at the same time to keep my love handles under control ;-)
see ya!
A.
HI Dusty,
ReplyDeleteLove this because I'm a shy person deep inside. Took years to overcome SOME of it. Oh, I feel this! Well-done. (Here from Poetry Train.)
Buon Natale eh?
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to you
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear "Dusty" (?)
Happy birthday to you....:D :D :D
beautiful door, beuatiful poem.
ReplyDeleteshame we don't have so many nice doors in the west anymore
Thank you :-) May you enjoy these days with your friends and family, and let's hope for a better 2009.
ReplyDeleteThe colors of the door are subdued yet vital, and the poem is so charming.
ReplyDelete@ Cynthia: I appreciate your comment and I apologize for my late answer to it.
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