Sidney, your postings have inspired a little verse. You present your thoughts with such compelling images that a poet has to write. I hope this one speaks to some degree to your condition There's another one I'll post down with the holocaust dolls.
Blue Doors
Blue doors red shoes blue tree and a seeming endless sea, thoughts of home as I roam and there seems no rest for me.
Strings play, moods change, and a heart is turning blue, turning blue never new, but seeming old and worn, oh so torn.
Blue doors red shoes blue tree and a seeming endless sea, thoughts of home as I roam and there seems no rest for me.
Red shoes sunrise blue doors blue skies someday spirits rise beyond the doors beneath the skies there is a prize
Blue doors red shoes blue tree and a seeming endless sea, thoughts of home as I roam and, yes, there's rest for me.
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Sidney, your postings have inspired a little verse. You present your thoughts with such compelling images that a poet has to write. I hope this one speaks to some degree to your condition There's another one I'll post down with the holocaust dolls.
Blue Doors
Blue doors
red shoes
blue tree
and a seeming endless sea,
thoughts of home
as I roam
and there seems no rest for me.
Strings play,
moods change,
and a heart is turning blue,
turning blue
never new,
but seeming old and worn,
oh so torn.
Blue doors
red shoes
blue tree
and a seeming endless sea,
thoughts of home
as I roam
and there seems no rest for me.
Red shoes
sunrise
blue doors
blue skies
someday
spirits rise
beyond the doors
beneath the skies
there is a prize
Blue doors
red shoes
blue tree
and a seeming endless sea,
thoughts of home
as I roam
and, yes, there's rest for me.
---------ed pacht
Thank you.
Rest.
When I find my Home I will rest.
Then I'll awake reborn.
..and blue doors.
I will paint my front door blue.
A soulful, calm, peaceful blue.
The color, the dreamy sky blue door will announce to visitors what my home within will be.
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