Green (Thursday Doors)

Childhood doors–
half-remembered in
side faded
memories–
innocent of the leaving
that has no return.

You know the
adage—when one door
closes…but
it’s true, this
world contains millions of doors–
they are everywhere.

I still greet
each new door with hope–
a portal
surrounded
by unjaded promises–
freshly painted dreams.

Colleen’s #TankaTuesday prompt of the color green led me to look through my files for green doors. I love the detail on both the entrance to the building above, and its door.

I’ve never lived behind a green door, but this one, a few steps down, in inviting.

I like the grand surround to this door, especially when contrasted with the simplicity of its brick house.

Dan Antion hosts Thursday Doors here.

My poem is a shadorma chain. I can’t help it, it’s my favorite form.