Warming sun peeking through verdant trees
as I wander beside a clear flowing stream. When there I chance upon a doorway
where no path led, built between two reaching trees. The doors stood open to nothing about
no track led away on the opposite side. Was this then the doorway to nowhere
or was it from nowhere I had already come.
I stood there and pondered this quandry
then turned to return to nowhere, somewhere, back.
LOVE THE REFLECTION; WAS THIS THEN THE DOORWAY TO NOWHERE OR WAS IT FROM NOWHERE I HAD ALREADY COME? I GUESS IT WAS BOTH, BUD...'CAUSE NOWHERE, LEADS TO SOMEWHERE, THAT BECOMES...NOW. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
Reviewed on June 3, 2012
I can surely place with this one.. a few travels back, I wrote a bit of prose titled 'The Door In The Tree'. I like the thought-fields in this one....
"Through the wardrobe." If you were only to take one step through it where would "Nowhere" take you? Do you stand back and look in awe and wonder, or do you take that step... As the curiosity of a child that resides within us take that step to see where it leads you. There is much to be discovered on the other side. :)
Beautiful Budd, thank you for letting the imagination take us "somewhere"
An interesting thought. When one is lost in the woods, the doorway to nowhere is very obvious. Regardless of which way you turn it takes you to nowhere. When I'm in the woods, I prefer not to get lost.
...Or was it forward? You leave the reader with choices here, allowing the examination of one's own trekking through a life span that for some never introduces these surreal epiphanies. Thank you for the discovery.
Quite the mystery, Bud. If the doors were a part of a structure, there would be some evidence of it. Strange. I'd've loved to have walked up on something like that. There picture is fodder for a novel. Truly and I will keep it in the back of my thoughts and make a few notes. Their may be a place in the novel I'm writing, "The Late Great God" for the doors, only they will have to be transferred to southern Arizona in the desert.
Leaves the reader wanting to know more about the door and about the man who found it. Did you consider walking through it...maybe a portal to a parallel world..
fee
palpable sense of emptiness and abandon,
and words match visual to the nth;
where are we, where do we go, if anywhere at all?
fine rendering, Budd, fine indeed
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Beautiful Budd, thank you for letting the imagination take us "somewhere"
Love and Light
Lily
Anna
love the poetic visual
& too the image is wild!
Doorways To Everywhere
& Anywhere :)
Vickie
I guess the door could lead anywhere you want it too, Budd. Creative poetry, enjoyed!
Blessings,
+Linda
Diana...
Ron
asa
Donna
fee
and words match visual to the nth;
where are we, where do we go, if anywhere at all?
fine rendering, Budd, fine indeed
john