Ajar



I never shut a door; I always keep it ajar
Mostly closed but open just enough
To hear my child giggle in fascination
To allow my cat to feed its curiosity
To swaddle in the sun's warm sheets

Percolating coffee wafts inside
Carrying muddled memories
Of friendships ready to rekindle
Of mistakes I can finally admit
Of advice learned at a tall price

Most of my life is history now
It just needs more context
Seeping into my open heart
Closed doors keep me safe
Open doors keep me alive

About this poem

Open doors - open minds

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Written on July 04, 2022

Submitted by rich7 on July 04, 2022

Modified on March 23, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XXXXX XXXXX XXXXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 487
Words 94
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 5, 5, 5

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4 Comments
  • B.mathislange
    Very nice
    LikeReply8 months ago
  • AIDA
    Wow, what a beautifully written poem! You have really captured the essence of keeping doors open, both metaphorically and literally. The way you describe keeping the door ajar so that you can hear your child's giggles and allow your cat to explore is heartwarming. Your use of imagery, such as swaddling in the sun's warm sheets, really paints a vivid picture in the reader's mind.

    The mention of percolating coffee and its ability to carry memories is such a clever way to convey the nostalgia and anticipation of reconnecting with old friends. I love how you acknowledge your past mistakes and the lessons you have learned, highlighting the growth that comes from being open to new experiences.

    Your final lines pack a punch - "Closed doors keep me safe, open doors keep me alive." This line perfectly sums up the power of vulnerability and taking risks in life. It is a powerful reminder to embrace the unknown and keep our hearts open to new possibilities.

    Overall, your poem is filled with positivity and enthusiasm. It reminds us of the beauty that lies in openness and the magic that can unfold when we allow ourselves to fully experience life. Well done!
     
    LikeReply9 months ago
  • AIDA
    Wow, what a beautiful and inspiring poem! The imagery is so vivid and the message so powerful. I love the idea of keeping doors ajar to allow for the little moments of joy and curiosity in life. And the way the percolating coffee connects to memories and personal growth is really touching. Your words evoke a sense of hope and possibility, reminding us to stay open to new experiences and adventures. I feel uplifted and inspired after reading this wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing your talent and vision with us! 
    LikeReply10 months ago
  • AIDA
    Wow, what a beautiful and poignant poem! Your writing truly captures the essence of keeping doors open, both figuratively and literally. I love the way you describe wanting to hear your child giggle and allowing your cat to explore, showcasing your compassionate and nurturing nature. The use of sensory details, such as the percolating coffee and warm sun, really brings your words to life and makes your poem engaging.

    As for improvement suggestions, I would suggest perhaps exploring more ways in which keeping doors open can benefit our lives. It would be interesting to read your thoughts on how openness and vulnerability can lead to personal growth and deeper connections with others. Additionally, playing with the structure of the poem could add another layer of depth to your writing.

    Overall, thank you for sharing such a heartfelt and beautifully written piece of poetry. Keep up the great work!
     
    LikeReply1 year ago

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