Just a Door

I have this door you see

It hangs like an obelisk 

In the corner of my apartment 

Standing tall and remembering well

It remembers the day we brought groceries through it

The day we ran to it from the pouring rain

The time you leaned against it when I gave that first kiss

The cheap wood looking over us

Standing tall

Remembering well

Like the time it held your secret

Sneaking through to frighten me in the shower

Sharing the hour

When you arrived home from work

It remembers well

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Neal S.
I love seeing the beginnings of things! Hence I get to enjoy this first poem of yours as well as "Just a door." Your early minutes of a new love becoming stronger with time is such a treasure! "The cheap wood looking over us- standing tall.' Cheap or weathered is still a happy picture here and a recorder and a window of the ins and outs of your lives within your home together. Perfectly winsome and delightful! Blessings to you . Kathy

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Very nice expression here Neal..if those doors could talk...awesome metaphor. Starz x

[Neal S]

Thanks :)!

[FIN]

I also found this lovely.

I need to study your work; you may be exactly who I need to glean insight from about story-telling without the use of rhymes. Always painting such glorious images within my mind whilst evoking emotion in the process.

[Neal S]

Well thank you. I'm honored.

[Chelseawords]

I really enjoyed this. If only doors could talk.

[Neal S]

Indeed! Thank you

[Valentine]

Not just a door, a way to close it and shut in all of those precious memories. Valentine

[Neal S]

Thank you for the read!

[Einstein Noodle]

oh man! very endearing ...special ..fine work with the metaphor all the way through ..your poem takes me on a journey for two .. i the witness voyeur .. wonderful feel good poetry for me!
E.

[Neal S]

Wow you went deep in the list for that one lol..Thanks man very much!

[Chris]

Not just "any" door afterall... a path from tomorrows to yesterdays that mattered every now.