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Several years ago while on holiday in Tuscany I saw this beautiful door, below. It was in an alleyway in an old hill town,the name of which escapes me. Anyway it’s – 5c this morning so it’s nice to think of sunnier climates.
As usual my imagination when into over drive and I wrote this little poem.
THE DOOR
There is a door in the wall If I step through it will I fall? What is on the other side My curiosity I cannot hide.
In this tall walled alley steeped with history. I feel souls from times before, they speak to me
Thousands of feet have passed this way. Births,deaths,those who defend or betray. Intrigue and bloody murder. A woman shamed, who attacked her.
Yet in the here and now I stand. Looking at this sunflower door and Wonder what is on the other side? I long to step forward and throw it wide.
It would of been a step into infinity. The door hide a fearful drop,indeed the end of me. Yet I am here to tell the tale Fate’s test I passed, happily I did not fail.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light.
My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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40 thoughts on “Thursday Doors. Memories of Tuscany.”
That is a wonderful door to look at today. We are very close to your temperature 21°f (-6°c) and I’m not looking forward to opening my door for my morning walk.
I love the door and your poem adds a new dimension to the beauty. Thanks for joining us, Willow!
Hi Manja it was taken about 7yrs ago we think it could be Certaldo, or Pienza. The second one definitely is the Colle Di Val D’Elsa…
We love Tuscany and we have been 6 or 7 times…and unfortunately I have mixed all up a lot of photos 💜💜
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
willowdot21 
Gorgeous 💛🙏🏼
Thank you 😊😊💜💜
so beautiful
Thank you 💜💜
Now that’s a door worth opening and seeing what’s on the other side! Great poem!
Ginger💞
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Thank you Ginger it’s a beautiful memory 💜💜💜
That is a wonderful door to look at today. We are very close to your temperature 21°f (-6°c) and I’m not looking forward to opening my door for my morning walk.
I love the door and your poem adds a new dimension to the beauty. Thanks for joining us, Willow!
Hi Dan it was really fun now I need to look around at all the other doors 💜
It can be addictive 😏
Indeed it can 💜
I would want to walk through.
It was an amazing view 😁
Lovely poem and a terrific surprise on the other side of the door. Very fun.
The view was stunning 😀
It sure looked that way.
What a lovely door and poem. I don’t recognise the town. It’s not Florence, is it? Neither Siena? Since I’m in Tuscany, I could track down the door… 🙂
Hi Manja it was taken about 7yrs ago we think it could be Certaldo, or Pienza. The second one definitely is the Colle Di Val D’Elsa…
We love Tuscany and we have been 6 or 7 times…and unfortunately I have mixed all up a lot of photos 💜💜
This is just wonderful, Willow!
A lovely memory of a lovely holiday 💜💜
I love that door, Willow! Lovely poem, too.
Thank you Dale a memory from a Tuscan holiday 💜💜
Sigh… I want to go back so bad. 🧡🧡
Me too I want to go and stay at our friend’s place in San Gimignano. Such a great place 💜💜
At least you are close by! You could go for a weekend! 🧡🧡
Lol we could but it would be a rush for one day …. But I get you …. And all I have to do is convince hubby 💜💜
A long weekend 😉 You’re retired. Hell, a four-day weekend! 🧡🧡
Lol yes I know I was teasing 🤣🤣🤣.
It is lovely. Just need to wait for some warmth 💜💜
Yeah yeah… meanie! 🧡🧡🧡
Best case scenario we both get there 💜💜💜
Troof!
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Love the door and the poem. The door could certainly tell many stories I’m sure. 😊
Thank you for reading Brenda… Yes a door with memory 💜💜
A gorgeous door, Willow, and I love the poem.
Thank you Robbie an old memory.💜
Beautiful door and amazing poem 😊
Thank you so much 💜
sounds like it was a wonderful trip Willow 💖💖😙😙
Thank you we did 💜💜