I had a dream
there were three doors to choose from
one Red, the second White and
you guessed it, the third blue;
Behind the Red door
I heard violence, warfare, tension
whoever was on the other side
was locked into it
I moved on...
Behind the White door
purity, innocence, peace
whoever was on the other side
didn't have a handle on it
I moved on...
Behind the blue door
I heard the inspirational
ramblings of a new age guru
whoever was on the other side
was calm and cool
I moved on
Suddently Monty Hall
asked me to choose one of the three
I looked up as if a shooting star
would write the answer
across the darkening skies
Finally I raised a flag
in surrender to this cruel game
I knew whoever was behind each door
would kick and claw to get out
to move up....
A contest entry
- through the blue door by Cat.
700 points, ended December 12, 2007, 23 entries
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Mary asked me to help with the judging - so here I am.
A very nice take on the contest theme - and a very interesting one - so many doors to walk through here...
~ Nicolette
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a really good idea- this piece could be honed and perfected still- i'm glad to find you here..
m -
nicely done with the given prompt.
Thanks for sharing
VIRGOAN
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I loved this poem. Ah, the days of Monty Hall...I miss them. Good luck with your Parkinson's and I'll pray for you.
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I loved this. Great poem. Good luck.
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nice
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A great take on the prompt and such imagery and a lovely flow adds so much to the read I find a bit of truth in these words a show of talent so glad I stopped by to read
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