Come on in…

 

Come on in, how lovely to see you…

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I was gathering some photo’s of doors for a post on here, and then I remembered that I once read a poem about doors. Well that was some thirty years ago, which proves good poems will not be forgotten. After searching through my collection of poetry books, I luckily found it back and thought it deserved most certainly a stage …

 

Doors

Some doors are faces, classic in design
Adorned with carving intricate and fine.
They win our homage for a beautiful rare
But lack a friendly warmth reflected there.

 

Some doors are faces cold, forbidding, bleak
Repulsing timid, troubled hearts that seek,
Refreshment from their burdened hours and long
When life has lost its joyousness and song.

 

How good to come upon some kindly place
And find a doorway like a smiling face
To cross a modest threshold-there to rest
Assured of a welcome -as an honored guest.

 

Poem “Doors” out of the Book “Remember Me ” 1957
® All rights reserved Mamie Folsom Wynne 1881-1968

 

 

The doors I photographed  in Oxford, England, Unkel, Germany and in Brielle, The Netherlands.

 

31 thoughts on “Come on in…

  1. Francina,

    You always give us the very best! I had not known of the Doors poem
    but I love it. Your photographs fit the words so well. The ‘smiling face’
    doors remind me of the atmosphere at Poetry and Arts. Thank you
    for all you do and for this welcoming blog.

    sarah

    1. Dear Sarah,

      How lovely to see you , my dear friend .
      Thank you a thousandfold for your lovely words.

      Sometimes poems stick on you, as you might be well aware of it too.
      As said some thirties years ago , I borrowed the poetry book “Remember Me” by Mamie Folsom Wynne from the library in Wyomissing, PA . There were many poems in that I liked, so I copied them in a notebook, because I had no idea where to buy her book and I did not wanted to lose the poems. I am happy I did, little did I know at that time I would move back to Europe again.

      And you are welcome, it’s my pleasure to share her beautiful poem.

      As ever,
      Francina

    1. Thank you, lovely Jane. Sometimes we do find a real treasury when we enter an open door. One we might have missed if the door was closed . And thank you also for liking this poem from Mamie Folsom Wynne. ❤

    1. Wonderful to see you too, Sarah! Thank you, and I am happy too I did remembered the poem, and more over the you like it too.
      It’s always amazing how something just can trigger our memory and some from long ago just pops into your mind again. ❤

  2. I feel that all doors worthy of the name, though of the earliest record were meant to barricade, and represented so in the paintings of the Egyptian tombs, as a doorway to life after. Doors throughout history have, or more precisely had a story, so to speak, to tell of its era. In most of my travels, through Europe especially, most fascinating and memorable are these story telling doors which you so rightly call “faces”. Thank you for this most interesting post of beautiful “faces” and their poetic accompaniments. Your gathering was to say the least, well done indeed!

    1. Thank you kindly , Jean-Jacques , for your response.
      Doors are most certainly intriguing , especially the old ones.
      The have indeed stories to tell and to hide.
      Thank you once again, and you are welcome, it was my pleasure to share .

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