When closed doors mean there’s only corridor; way opens. When evening finds you barefoot and vagrant; way opens. When faith is blown out like a birthday candle; way opens. Let go of doorknobs, depression and dreams, chimera, oppression, and schemes.
Let the way open.
The Sower Vincent Van Gogh
Lisa is host for D’Verse Quadrille (44 line poem) challenge #120, with the prompt: way. Find out more about how to participate here.
K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.
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Beautiful and wise. You chose the perfect image to go with your poem ❤
Thank you! I thought this was the quadrille for 2.8 because when I logged in , I saw this posted, I’m glad I did even though it was last weeks. This poem has the advice I myself need right now.
Beautiful and wise. You chose the perfect image to go with your poem ❤
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Thank you! I thought this was the quadrille for 2.8 because when I logged in , I saw this posted, I’m glad I did even though it was last weeks. This poem has the advice I myself need right now.
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