Tinker Posted April 23, 2020 Share Posted April 23, 2020 On the Hill The house is old and sprawls in angular arrangement. A maze of managed moments compartmentalized and kept separate. Some doors are closed and locked but I have no need to revisit them, others just barely cracked inviting curiosity. Stairs lead upward though I have yet to climb them. I know this house. I've been here many times, sometimes to explore, sometimes to rest. Today I came to close one door and open another. ~~Judi Van Gorder April 17 prompt a poem based on a dream Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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