Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Knockin' On Heaven's....

These were the doors of childhood walks, parents meandering behind, sister somewhere and me running ahead seeking ways that led to hope.







2 comments:

mybabyjohn said...

Hope lies not within a door
but lives instead on an inward shore.
Live where you may, die where you can
hope will live and live again.

Did you notice the word "woe" on the last door. At least that's what it looks like to me. Doesn't sound too hopeful.

c.o. moed said...

Woe= NY hope.
LOL!

no I didn't see that. that doorway is on Market Street literally across from the Manhattan bridge and constant train traffic. I passed that door for years as I went to visit my grandmother who lived on Monroe. The building was a mystery to me as were all those doors around that area. I kept thinking they were the passageway to or out or in....

One door in this series is from 10th Avenue in the 30's. That door belongs to one of the few remaining walkups left as that neighborhood is being razed into high-rise luxury houses.

wonderful poem and thank you as always for your visits.