Tuesday Writing Essential Opening Doors

These lines of Don's inspired my Challenge[hope they are inspirational for all of you as well]:

Her family thought she was crazy; So they finally had her committed;

Now her heart is the open book; In this new place her door is open...

Something tragic that took place during Don's sojourn at college, was converted by the poet into something yet hopeful; let us try to write our own conversions.

Imagine the scariest place you could end up in; feeling totally helpless and hidden away where no help or rescue could save you; imagine a previously unknown strength deep inside you surfacing to 'open the door' for you...

NOW WRITE IT!

Heart lay open ready for love

He gave a token one perfect dove

Life was guiless ready and free

He promised forever and ever for me

Once war called and took him away

Love became distant miles in a day

I wrote him daily longing for word

He wrote back rarely heart became curbed

Then came the day the last letter arrived

Heart became silent, gone, not alive

No one would listen all misunderstood

Heart wanted nothing was ended for good

I was sent away to get better

From the effects of that last letter

Woman worked from dawn to night

Finally opened the heart from its plight

Comments: 23

Alice G. Feb 1, 2012, 10:27am UTC

I love this, Patti. Great challenge too. Hope is maybe the last thing to die and thank God for that.

Patricia J. Feb 1, 2012, 3:06pm UTC

Thank you Alice. It's a little rusty, I don't write poetry often, but it's what came out.

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JOHN BECK Feb 1, 2012, 10:28am UTC

You took Don's words and shaped a poem which gives feeling to the story, Patricia. I think Don will like it.

Patricia J. Feb 1, 2012, 3:07pm UTC

Thank you, John. I would like to read Don's entire poem, but this is what came of the two lines I did have.

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karen vaughan Feb 1, 2012, 10:30am UTC

great poem patricia

Patricia J. Feb 1, 2012, 3:08pm UTC

Thank you, Karen. I was surprised when poetry came to me instead of prose.

Alice G. Feb 1, 2012, 5:58pm UTC

Don't be-God may have given you the nudge to "flush your radiator".

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William Dotani Feb 2, 2012, 4:39am UTC

You certainly are consistent in article and poem in unfolding imagery and your language assumes your audience will sympathize and feel sorrow with you on an equal footing. (Not a criticism, since this the author's perogative.)
After I read the story, I thought of new doors of opportunity.

Patricia J. Feb 2, 2012, 8:57am UTC

Yes, that was exactly what I wanted you to feel that new doors had opened and all of the sorrow and bitterness was gone as if a rebirth had occured. Thank you, Bill for your understanding and your comments.

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Pam Brittain Feb 5, 2012, 3:05pm UTC

As always - wonderful.

Patricia J. Feb 5, 2012, 4:24pm UTC

Thank you, Pam, as you can see I am as comfortable with poetry as you are.

Pam Brittain Feb 5, 2012, 6:26pm UTC

Well, since I'm not comfortable and you seem to be, could you clarify?

Patricia J. Feb 6, 2012, 8:41am UTC

It's just a figment of your imagination. I love poetry but I'm always searching for the great poem, and when I find it, it doesn't happen to be one I've written.

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