Instructions: Writing for the Third Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge has begun. If you want to join the fun, pick a door, write a story, poem, novel, screenplay, musical score – anything at all. Post your writing on your blog (or email it to me, if you don’t have a blog) and join the already growing list of writers in the table below.
I was drawn to the photo by by Susan Rushton. It inspired me to write a poem for my daughter who’s heart’s desire is to move from the city to the foothills. I hope she finds a place in better shape than this one, but as long as the house has “good bones,” she would be happy living in a cooler, earthier place.
She longed to live in a simpler time
Closer to the earth
instead of the small apartment
in the sweltering city growing too fast.
Between the apartment complex and
the affluent housing development,
she found remnants of greenery
and took pictures of wildflowers and birds,
mushrooms and medicinal plants,
hoping the therapeutic photography
would be enough until she could escape
the city where she’d been born
and lived her life of 30 years.
She started letting go of extra weight –
selling, donating, simplifying.
Then the time came
for the journey west.
She couldn’t believe it was really happening,
But it was really happening.
When she finally found her
home sweet home
made of stone and adorned
with greenery growing on the roof
and a clothesline in the yard,
It took her breath away.
Each step along the path,
lined with wildflowers
and medicinal plants,
to the aged wooden door,
felt like both dream and awakening.
She placed her hand on the stone
beside the door.
It felt cool and solid.
The strong door
When she stepped inside,
her heart danced.
She knew she was home.
Next to the stone fireplace
a rocking chair beckoned.
The chair did not creak
but seemed to glide
offering a view
of the wildflower garden
through open linen curtains.
Leaning her head back,
she closed her eyes,
imagined flower boxes,
and thought she heard singing.
It was her own voice.
A year later,
she rocked her happy baby
while singing a lullaby.
Yellow and purple pansies
flourished in the flower boxes.
May 21, 2023 at 11:03 pm
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May 22, 2023 at 1:00 am
Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
May 22, 2023 at 9:34 pm
Thanks, Ned. I’m glad you liked this. It’s very dear to me.
May 22, 2023 at 2:35 am
So evocative a poem of an idyllic life. It is good that Susan’s photograph inspired you.
May 22, 2023 at 9:35 pm
Thank you, very much, Derrick. This means a lot to me.
May 23, 2023 at 2:02 am
May 22, 2023 at 3:35 am
Crossing fingers for your daughter ❤️🤗
May 22, 2023 at 9:37 pm
Thank you so much, Bee. That means a lot. ❤ 🙂 ❤
May 22, 2023 at 8:00 am
It’s lovely how this photo prompted such lovely words. The photo is inspiring indeed. Hope whoever lives there a world of wonderment. Thanks for sharing. ‘Tis all lovely. Blessings.
May 22, 2023 at 9:41 pm
Thanks, Selma. I’m so glad you get this. Wishing you, “a world of wonderment.” ❤
May 23, 2023 at 4:50 am
And to you too. Full of wonderment. Blessings.
May 22, 2023 at 10:38 am
I hope your daughter finds her dream home in the foothills. 💕
May 22, 2023 at 9:49 pm
Thank you, so much, Alethea. ❤
May 22, 2023 at 1:32 pm
A lovely poem, JoAnna, it is really happy and uplifting.
May 22, 2023 at 9:58 pm
Thank you so much, Robbie. I’m very glad you found it happy and uplifting! 🙂
May 23, 2023 at 8:45 am
This is lovely, JoAnna. You’vce shown us that there is beauty in everything, and that we can find it. This truly lives up to the name of your blog. Well done!
May 23, 2023 at 9:01 pm
Thank you very much, Dan. That means a lot.
May 23, 2023 at 2:59 pm
Oh, how beautiful! I wish this for her, and for all of us. Find a home, and sing.
May 23, 2023 at 9:07 pm
Thank you very much for wishing with me. I love that you picked up on those key things: find a home and sing. My daughter and I used to sing together a lot on road trips. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
May 27, 2023 at 10:33 am
Thank you for sharing!!.. as the saying goes “home is where the heart is” and “Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett ).. 🙂
Hope life is all that you wish for it to be and until we meet again..
May your day be touched
by a bit of Irish luck,
Brightened by a song
in your heart,
And warmed by the smiles
of people you love.
May 27, 2023 at 9:00 pm
“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” I love that quote! Thank you so much, Larry. 🙂
June 3, 2023 at 7:42 am
This is lovely, JoAnna, and a wonderful homage to your daughter’s hopes and dreams of living a quieter life. Even though I live in a city, I feel most at peace among the wildflowers, trees and all of nature. I get it!
June 3, 2023 at 8:46 pm
Thanks, Mary. Same here about living in a city and feeling most at peace in nature. I appreciate your understanding.