Thursday, 6 December 2012

Day 357- A Faded Portal


What do you make of a door that can no longer close,
a door that has lost its handle years ago?

Do you accept its subtle but open treat
and through its empty broken hole you peep?
Or do you stand and stare at its faded state
and wonder what scariness lies ahead?

Will you try and pry it open,
barely containing your excitement?
Or will you choose to leave it alone,
why risk the wrath of the unknown?



What do you do with a door that just won't open,
frozen with disuse, a door that's broken?

 Do you accept that it truly is immobile
and that attempts to access'll be futile ?
Or do you stand and stare at its faded state
and scheme and devise a way to invade?

Will you resort to shouting open sesame,
with high hopes, in sweet anticipation?
Or will you sigh and say it's not meant to be,
yield to it, in complete submission?



It may be wise to pause and remember,
closed doors surely can't stay shut forever;

yet neither are we the wiser
 if close by there is another; 

an open portal, we forget or ignore,
for we are too intent on a shut door.

20 comments:

The Old Maid said...

Beautiful door! I love the flower on it!

You know dear Sam I had a situation like that, on Thassos island, there is an empty village - they say that German workers were living there before WWII and then they just left it.
And so it stands empty with the houses having their old doors half open and broken windows. I was so charmed by the touch of real history there that I managed to take only a couple of pictures there. I stood in front of the half open doors in silent just staring at inside and didn't want to disturb that silence.
But of course I was not alone there and one of these people even had stolen old plates out of that house...;)Can you still call it stealinganyway?
And as I was inside i spotted glasses on the bed I really felt kind of connection with the past back then...

I can't wait to see what is inside! Please please show it soon!:):)
Hugs and kisses

Maria Ireland said...

Lovely poem. Your door is very beautiful I love the flower. Sometimes doors are best left unopened :)
Hugs Maria

Ilona said...

*Sigh*........just beautiful, reading this poem is "dreaming" away for me. Susan, thank you.
Warm hugs, Ilona

Drora's minimundo said...

I see two doors each old and beautiul. Id love to know what is
behind the closed one. The photos are fantastic, as usual.
Hugs, Drora

BiWuBär said...

There are a few doors that should be left closed... but most doors should be tried and especially this one... I can hear the hinges whispering "Magic... magic..." - Beautiful poem, beautiful door... exactly what I needed, especially because I had extreme problems this morning to open our garage's door, the lock was all iced... so my question was what to do with a door that refuses to open... (LOL)

Hugs
Birgit

Daydreamer said...

Ah Sans, if the Door is as beautiful as this one is... then mustn't one try to see the promised Beauty on the other side...? And yet.... there is that unspeakable Beauty of the unknown... the remembered... the hinted or guessed at lives that lived within.... perhaps it is rash intrusion to trespass there...?
Such a beautiful poem.... for an even more Beautiful Question.... to stand and admire what IS.... or to Trespass and thereby alter it Forever...?
But Who can Resist?
Isn't that Pandora's Question?

Sans! said...

Ewalina, how fascinating! To be standing right at the doorstep of a forgotten village, with old plates (oh my, so tempting!) and glasses (reading?) and creaky beds! And there must surely be ghosts there, staring back at you, daring you to disturb his peace, stirring the silence. How fascinating that is right? You and that ghost, communicating only through your minds, carrying on a silent conversation until your legs grew tired.

How can your imagination not run amok, wondering about that bygone era, a time when we didn't exist and he did? And now wondering if he's looking at you thinking how weird it is that we exist and he doesn't any more?

*shivers

Sans! said...

Maria I, you know how when you are watching a horror movie and that silly actress just had to open the old heavy door that could only lead to a shrill scream (from me) and how you always think that's so incredibly stupid of her, can't she tell that the murderer/ghost/monster anaconda is right behind that door?

Well, in real life, I may be that girl when it comes to old and abandoned houses. But I am a scaredy scaredy cat so I'll go only when there's light and preferably if I can persuade someone to come along :). And that house has got to be quite quite old and still quite quite beautiful.

Sans! said...

Ilona, I only wish that you read my words the way I look at your creations :). Thank you, my friend :).

Sans! said...

Drora, really? You want to see what's behind that door?

Asks and ye shall be given, seek and ye shall find. I am sure you know what comes after that :):):).

Sans! said...

Birgit, I was thinking about you quite a fair bit when I was writing this post. A fairly indirect way. You see, this post was inspired by a saying that I have read about "closed doors" by Alexander Bell/ Helen Keller. And I always love your posts on inspirational quotes and sayings :).

Sometimes, a good attitude towards life can be simply summed up in a sentence. Like " You had BETTER open up, Old Garage Door or I will blast your freaking icy &^%$ off!" Or maybe a simpler one like "OPEN UP! POLICE!" Try that, Birgit and let me know if it works ;p

Sans! said...

Betsy, thank you for your wonderful and lyrical contribution. I know I can always count on you for insights :).

To go in or not to go in, that is the question whenever we are confronted with a door like that, isn't it? And I don't believe it is an open and shut case (teeheehee, can't resist that :). I think there are 2 types of reactions : that of a) a "dog sleeper" or b) a "shit stirrer" (and I don't mean that in a bad way, just someone who thinks a bit of chaos is good). I also believe that we are not one type all the time. There maybe a time and place when we decide to let sleeping dogs lie- i.e be a dog sleeper and another when we may risk disturbing the calm. All we have when we make that decision is our courage combined with a bit of common sense and if there should be a voice whispering in your ear saying "open me", then that will help too. :)

Perhaps the real decision is not whether to go in, but what we do/ not do when we are in there.

Norma said...

Loved reading Ewa's story.

Wonderful work with colour as usual. A most intriguing little poem, and question. I'm afraid I'd have to pry, very carefully because I do remember that curiosity killed the cat!

Margriet said...

I don't like closed doors...can't stand not knowing what is behind them. It may be fear for the unknown...
I love this door, the colours, the flower..it's always open, even when it is closed :-)

Eliana said...

Absolutely adorable! The poetry, the scene ...

Kikka said...

Dear Sans! Your door is fantastic with all the tiny details and colors, I can hardly wait what will be behind the door: more beautiful details! And your background music is adorable... :)
Hugs
Kikka

Eva said...

Love your door. It has your touch, it is a very Susan miniature and I love it

Eva said...

Love your door. It has your touch, it is a very Susan miniature and I love it

Cinderella Moments said...

Gorgeous description. The door looks incredibly interesting and romantic!
hugs,
Caroline

Ascension said...

Una puerta fantastica y como todo lo fantastico crea interes......yo voto porque la abras y descubramos que hay tras ella.......seguro que no va a fascinar.....
besitos ascension

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