Saturday, September 17, 2005
at 8:15 AM
The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.
My Front Door is Pink
By Suzanne Hall Petersen
To be home in a place that is mine, and alone-
It is mine now that I am just me-
Is at once a rare pleasure and sometimes a pain.
Contrasting the rules of a former domain,
I now choose which one it will be.
When I choose to enjoy being home, and alone
I tour through my home like a guest-
Enjoying the candles and sandlewood soap;
Marveling at how superbly I cope
With what little I have…He got the rest.
But what I have left is all mine, and alone
I‘m directing this show.
I allow my old cat to drink from the sink,
I painted my front door a great shade of pink,
And if I want to go out, I just go.
Oh, sometimes it hurts to be home and alone
With no ‘someone special’ to share
The moments of pleasure I have in my life,
Or the pain that comes from the ironic strife
Of nobody else being there.
And so there’ll be times when I’m home and alone
And ‘lonely’ comes knocking once more.
I’ll welcome it like a good hostess would do;
Escorting it out when the evening is through
While admiring the paint on my door.
"The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live." Flora Whittemore
I don't know what it is about doorways that I love so much. I have a poster of Cape Cod doors that I love. I have several prints of doorsteps that hang on my walls. I guess they are inviting and welcoming, but more I think they are intriguing and I wonder what is behind those doors, don't you?
I wrote the poem about my doorway at a time when I was alone but enjoying the peace and the freedom. I am not in that same frame of mind anymore, but I remember it well. And I just thought I would share it with you since today's blog is, after all, about doors.
Have a wonderful day today.