The Door with No Nails

just another life poem ....

Casting out across the fields

Sweeping through the skies so blue

Seeing all of infinity

Noticing sweet you.

 Seeing you always hiding

 Escaping from the now,

Chasing all the storm clouds,

Pouncing all around.

Grasping at mortality

Skimming on the surface

Patience knows no boundaries

One day you will recognize the purpose.

Burning the Nail in abandon

No desire for a place

Gathering up evidence

Your existence is your fate.

Always watching knowingly,

Biding time within your fears.

Awaiting the recession,

Within your heart you know it’s near.

Granted, you possess no nails,

No connections with the earth,

Walk a path to eternity,

Find what’s worth your worth.

Even through your running,

You always trusted your heart to know,

One day you would return home -

And, yes, you had to go.

The heart is ridden from it knots,

Your soul is free to bare,

For all the running that you felt to do,

The answers were always there.

You knew the path already,

You had traversed it times before,

The path looks like home now

Leads back to the nail-less door.

The door that has no nails,

For they have all been burnt.

No fixing to conceptions.

No fixing to what was learnt.

Opening the door now,

You breathe it long and deep,

Walking within the knowing,

The all, it’s yours to keep.

Elizabeth Woods

KWP

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

Seeing you always hiding
Escaping from the now,
Chasing all the storm clouds,
Pouncing all around.
Grasping at mortality
Skimming on the surface

tremendous free flowing write :) 100 from me :)

Hugs :)
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[KWP]

your are gorgeous ... and thanks xx

[Eve Ola]

Find what’s worth your worth.
Even through your running,
the title itself is amazing n same for these lines. a very nice poem

[wordman]

well it will certainly make you think

[KWP]

and what was thunk :)

[wordman]

a damn glass door with no nails

[KWP]

oh well be careful then :)

[Matching Socks]

Oh damn I didn't leave a rating...
I give you a perfect score!

[Matching Socks]

It's sort of like that invisible glass ceiling...
Except it's a door....

Sometimes we're afraid to journey to the other side, take a chance on life, a new career, a new life.
Takes a bit of dancing around, or skirting around the decisions we gave to make or the opportunities for our taking. But... When go for it, we know we're ready and there's no looking back.

I could be way off of course. :)
But while it's cold over there, it's summer here babe and my brain got fried in the heat today. :)
Great write regardless simply because it made me THINK. (Go figure...)

:-)

xx

[KWP]

I am seeing news of all the bushfires your side (hmmmm) .... just like summer our side ....

and no of course you were not off course ...you and I tap in quite well together ... hehe ....

thanks for reading chick chick and thanks even more for thinking x x

sending some nice iced cold water with lemons !! oh and mint ... cos mint is always nice and I have loads in my garden xx

[Matching Socks]

We're like total opposites but not opposites.
(Pretty deep statement there...)

:-)

The ice cold lemon water is a welcome treat for sure! :-)

[Perdition]

" The path looks like home now "
This line more than others seems to be the keystone, the glimmering sheen of gold that seems to hold and distinguish the entirety of your portal nailed philosophy.
This journey is where our soul seems to divides. A door without nails seems to imply a life, our freedom willed in our endless possibility. It could be a coffin or it could be a door. The choice is in the traveling and the traveler. From youth to our implicit decisions, we have lead us our separate and yet unique eventualities.
Absolute Truth lies beyond our perception. It thrives within our individual experience and choices becomes that feather on the moon. We never knew of such a thing before, but knowing becomes our curse or perhaps our blessing. This is that which leads from stardust to our end of earthly dust. You seem to have a constant pace in your poetry and a balance that serves well in our destiny and freewill of soul. Would you want a prison or rather a vision in choice?
Let us let free from all we have all been chained to..perhaps suffering or perhaps joy, and let the knowledge of life and journey enter our homes and our doors will no longer be a means of darkness that seals the world without.
You say the individual perception helps your poetry, well, let us turn to Blake as he once offered in: ' "Auguries of Innocence"
"To see a world in a grain of sand and a Heaven in in a wildflower/Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour…….."
"
Every night, and every morn some to misery are born. Every morn, and every night, Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to Endless Night."
I truly do love this one-Thanks

[KWP]

Well you seem to have me pinned down very nicely on this one .. Thank you so much for such a well thought out review ... I appreciate it more than you can know, for another soul to read words and see clearly the same vision certainly shows a lovely synchronicity indeed ...

I will take myself off to read some more of yours. .. But not just yet x

[Perdition]

Great!
This is about a candy Russian w***e named Sofya and her pistol-eyed b***s that she coined “Door" and “Nail” isn't it? Well that's just dandy. Now I am going to have to reestablish my whole Ethos aren't I. AREN’T I ! And here I had planned a whole afternoon baking oatmeal cookies while renaming turtles with a Celtic flavored vanilla- divinity this morning. You really know how to hurt a fly basking destiny don't you:

"AND I’M GOING TO BE FORTY!!!!…SOMEDAY…. AND ITS NOT THE SAME FOR MEN!.....
I’M TOO DIFFICULT…sniff…. sniff.”. Anybody ever told you, “you’re a wee bit strange?

[KWP]

A wee bit strange you say ... Well my little turtle lover you are not the first and certainly would not be the last ... But how others me perceive strange may just be like a run in the lake with water snakes for you and for me .. Well ... Strange is as strange does ...

Forty forty forty indeed ... One day I shall be forty ... And I shall surround myself with emu's that no longer attach themselves to my body and we shall return to the dreamtime and surf the waves of eternity a while ...

A w***e ... Well yes, everybody has a little w***e in them yes? If they only care to admit it.... To either be submissive or dominated, to feel dirty and out of control, to walk the languid streets in hope of finding more than what is ... Oh, or is that just me? He ;-)

[Perdition]

He is jus a She without the S-ence.
Having withdrawals yet? I believe you are…BIG TIME and "Strange" is just another word for nothing left to lose…Like the Emu's ; P It's a good thing. Now what shall be your next great journey, I wonder…Kansas??

[Lydia Shutter]

A solemn write that is riveting. Wonderful rhyming and rhythm to keep the words flowing easily. Anyone can go through that door without nails.....and achieve it all. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[KWP]

:) cheers Lydi ... yes thats right if only we have courage enough to take the steps xx

[Bright Ocean Star]

Very deep and pure. Life is good and bad for most people. It's all how we weather the storms.
I really liked the ending.

[KWP]

Hey Anne thanks for reading ... yes good or bad just in the how we view it really. Have fun xx

[hmarieee]

This hit me hard. I think we can all feel like we don't know where we belong at times. Great write sweetheart.

[KWP]

Thanks for reading chick ... I appreciate your time xx