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"Old Wooden Door"


A Poem by Valentine

 

   " Old Wooden Door"

 
Standing ..in front of ...
An old wooden door.
Recalling lost dreams..
Of ... Dark nights before.
When ...that old door...
Looked like brand new.
And...standing right there,
Was a vivid..vision of you.
Thoughts of young love...
Just...behind..that door...
Then loss invades the dream...
For love is ...no more.
For it was not a dream,
When you walked  away...
Locking that door forever...
Leaving..pain...until this day.
That old wooden door...
Closed..for all time...
Yet...the dreams of ...youth and love,
Remain...forever in the mind.. 
 
     Just a few words to say how thoughts can turn to a poem just from the sight of something..I like to see or take an idea and build around it, just like when I paint the pictures that I do that you have bought or seen..Love and God bless..Valentine   [P&C}
  

© 2009 Valentine
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Strange how we relate certain things to episodes in our lives. Personally, certain records (45's) bring back what I happened to be doing at the time, sometimes thirty or forty years later. Smells also, especially strong hospital smells can transport us back. Perhaps the image or smell, whatever, is collected together with the experience and stored in the same little cell in the brain, making the two things interdependent on each other. Remember one, it brings back the other. Interesting write.

Posted 11 Months Ago

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