200 Tuesday

So, as I said last week, 200 Tuesdays are the days are when I will let loose some of my original work. If I can bear to rip it from the pages of my note pad, virtually of course!

Do any of you have the same nervous feeling letting you words walk out into the big bad world? There is part of me that really just wants to keep them tucked up in their nice warm notebook! I guess this is a little like letting go of your kids as they grow up, writing this reminds me of a post this week over at frazzled & frumpy, which lead to a minor panic attack thinking about my girls growing up. It also had a very neat challenge to write a six word autobiography, it's harder than it may seem. Have a go in the comments here if you like, mine was 'Mother, lover, reader, dreamer, part-time writer'

Any way, I digress. I thought it would be appropriate to start where I began, less than a year ago, with poetry. Have a look and see what you think!

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The Door

There is a door, I see it clearly

On the outside it looks a little dreary

As I enter my heart sores because

I feel like Dorothy entering Oz

Light all around and colours amazing

That wonderful smell of summer lazing

I take a deep breath, at last I'm home

While I'm here I'm never alone

I feel your touch before I see your face

Your lips on my neck, your warm embrace

We sit, we walk, we talk, we kiss

When I'm not here it's this I miss

Just as the sun begins to fall

I realise I must return through the wall

There is a door I see it clearly

On the outside it looks a little dreary

Or is the door just in my mind

To keep my thoughts of you behind

When I'm alone and feeling blue

I only have to think of you.