Poetic Musings: The Door
Not What It Seems
Today I found—as I reflected—
I didn’t have time to pay him mind.
Since those feelings weren’t resurrected,
I simply closed the door, goodbye.
But my stoic face moved him not.
Without one care did he seem to need,
when suddenly my soul felt arrested
because I closed the door—to me.
© 2026 Candace A. Jones. All Rights Reserved.
Poetry isn’t always an expression of lived experience; it’s often the inner workings of one’s mind or random urges of the imagination. As we journey through this poetry challenge, throw perfection and caution to the wind and just flow freely from within.
Featured Image Credit: Concept and creative direction by Candace A. Jones | AI-generated artwork created with OpenAI's ChatGPT.
