"........things that go bump in the night."...... Stephen King
The sun was just beginning to set
Still deep in the woods was I
Ill missing the path I was lost and alone
A dark cloud had covered the sky
But what I saw bewildered my eyes
A door a white door indeed
A door just a door nothing holding it up
My curious mind needed feed
At first I thought it was Halloween
Ghosts, goblins, bats, witch, and such
The jack-o-lanterns No! were laughing at me
A zombie was using a crutch
I had to get fast out of this place
For scarier sights I saw
The door the white door I was seeking to find
Appeared as I stood there in awe
I reached to open and did just iin time
For The Headless Horseman was near
The woods were all dark but I felt safer still
The white door was "gone" so was fear
Jane Noponen Perinacci
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Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2014
Jane, This was Really good!! I enjoyed it!
You are getting better at your craft...
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
You are getting better at your craft...
Always,
Deborah
Fear Is Only Fear In Itself!
Door In Life Will Never Open It Unless
You Open It,i.e. I Made It Further
In Life By Looking (Seeing) Behind It
Door Before I (You) Open (Leap) It!
TRASK...
Regis