Poetry Thursday 139 - Finding IT in doorways in Autumn

I begin today with a poem that is in fact not mine but that of a friend who was stating how hopeless he was at writing poetry.


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Autumn
A leaf fallingThe End
If you think about what is being said, leaves fall when they come to the end of their usefulness, and deciduous behaviour is a method of preserving the life of the tree. It's all to do with endings and so is very focussed on that time of year. In my opinion it just goes to show that you don't have to write pages to make a valid point.



It

Flesh and blood is weak and frail.Queer what a big stain my sucked blood makes!Yet of all, the beast blazoned in gilt and blood.No it doesn't happen!
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid.Nothing has changed since I began,then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,a thing to laugh at as it gaped to catch?But the reflections live on, the heart beats thick,waking or asleep.© David L Atkinson December 2014
This is a cheat. Sometimes when ideas don't come and you feel the need to write one way through the creative murk is to read others poetry. Write down ten lines then see if there is something that grabs you. It can also be a bit of fun.

Portals

A door is so much morethan an entry place or point of access.It has seen so much more than our senses can address.
Walk through a gate and you’re not the last,It holds many secrets from the past.In all weathers it does its workuncomplaining by design.
Pay your way through a turnstileanticipate an eventful smileCreaking, turning and clicking roundit counts your fan-based attendance.
They slide apart and welcomeall who wish to rise or fall somegranting access to layersgiving users choices.
A lid that granted those access to restwho have no use for life blessed,finally closes to everyones’ gazegiving single access to the grave.© David L Atkinson December 2014




God Bless