
My next poem:
Beyond this doorway,
I smell the scent of spring,
The skies a stark blue,
The green garden striking.
Beyond this doorway,
Beyond the maze of verdure,
I see magnificent mountains
Whose peaks clouds cover.
Beyond this doorway,
The sand’s no longer coarse,
The path’s no longer stony,
A simple yet tough course.
Beyond this doorway,
Lies the path to triumph,
After timeless years of toil,
I feast my eyes on freedom.
-The Forgers of Fantasy
This has been penned for Sadje’s #WDYS prompt. Sorry for the late reply! š
You can access the prompt at https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/10/31/what-do-you-see-158-october-31-2022/
This is a metaphor for the struggles that precede success.
For more such poems,refer The Forgers of Fantasy
Thank you for a very good poem!
Joanna
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⤠Thanks a lot for reading! ā¤
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You are welcome!
Joanna
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You are welcome!
Joanna
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Well penned, Veera!
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⤠Thanks! ā¤
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You are welcome. ā¤ļø
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Wonderful. Springtime is indeed a symbol of freedom. I’m amazed at how you seamlessly connect the two. šš
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⤠Thank you very much, my friend ā¤
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Much obliged, Veera ā¤ā¤
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Thanks Veera for your lovely, uplifting poem.
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whats with the triple e in see?
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just being annoying.. i like the poem!
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My most enthusiastic critic is back š
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