One Day

This is more of a personification poem, its not that good but I might as well post it ;)

One morning

A knock sounded upon the doors of time

While I was having tea

In the great summer sun

The knock resounded forth

What did it want with me?

What was I worth?

So I went over and opened the door

Only to find pictures

Dancing across the doorway

Pictures of the now and before.

And then pictures I had never seen

Flitted across the door ways screen

I was older, wiser

There were children and relatives

I was the patriarch

The undoubted advisor

The pictures stopped

And left my doorstep

I went back and sat down

My tea was cold, just so my heart

I will grow old

One day.

So I stood up resolutely…..

And poured myself more tea.

Reviews

[Victoria Scott]

Does that sound like me? Yay! Only I would rather coffee instead of tea haha :)

[J.A.Bentley]

I enjoyed the ending where you resolutely made more tea! Just like you in fact! I enjoyed the flow even without the rhyme in fact I had to look back to realize there weren't any accept for 'seen' and 'screen'. Brilliantly poetic

[Victoria Scott]

Very nice, Boo. Dad

[Daydreamer54]

It's true everyday we grow older and everyday we're colser to death then we were before, (I know it sounds a bit sadistic,buut it's true.) i lovge how poetic this sounds and the figurative language you used. great write! ^^