Once again time for the brilliant Friday Fictioneers (on a Wednesday). A 100 word (no firing squad if you’re over) photo prompt from the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Try it yourself and read the others that participate.
I’m still unable to remove the rhyming disease that’s taken over my fingers, so yet again mine is a poem, but I’m taking my medicine and hope to soon see the return of my prose. Perhaps!
If seasons were doors that could be opened anew,
How would you pick which one to go through,
Would you follow the order that nature foretold,
Or would you alter the path and watch it enthralled.
Would you follow the reds of the autumn hues,
With a summer that dazzles in iridescent blues,
Would you keep the door shut on white snowy winters,
That freezes your blood from your toes to your fingers.
If you could sway nature with an act of free will,
Would it welcome the change or drown in the thrill.
Would the earth still revolve or tilt to one side,
Perhaps it’s a good thing that you don’t decide.
I liked that, but I’ve never seen a farmer growing doors as a crop before. Was the picture taken near doorchester, or doorking?
ha ha, you should be a comedian 😉
I like the sound if it. It could be a laugh.
Effortless, it seems. Well done.
Beautifully written.
Personally, I’m quite glad I don’t get to decide things like that. I would spend all my time in autumn and probably screw something up. I guess leaves can’t go on falling forever.
I love your fingers!
They speak to me 🙂
Very pretty.
I would open the Autumn door and walk right thru.
great rhyme scheme in your excellent poem
good question
Thanks 🙂
Another great poem! It flows so well.
I almost tried a poem for this one, but I chickened out.
Never chicken out, just bury the regret later 😉
Heh heh, wise words 🙂
I love the rhyming! It’s not easy, and you do it so well. Bravo!
I loved both poems but the first spoke to me more 🙂
Thank you for reading 🙂
Nicely done!
Doorsome!
lol, thanks 🙂
Dear Helen,
Just deciding to run with rhyme would sideline me. I think you chose well and executed better.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Helen,
It was a good time to rhyme. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This is a very apt take. Actually we have already chosen the door to eternal summer and heat some time in future.
Lol!! I just adore it!!
I think you’re amazing to create such smooth, flowing — and rhyming! — poems quickly after the prompt is posted for us. I really enjoyed this poem. I’d go through the spring and autumn doors, as the weather is so comfortable (at least it is here in Maryland).
wonderfully written. i love this, it reads so smoothly.
I bow to you, oh Rhyme Master. Well done again!
Ahh, thank you. Although I can only rhyme, clever poetry is beyond me, lol 🙂
Ahh, thank you. Although I can only rhyme, clever poetry is beyond me, lol 🙂
Who cares for clever when your words flow so beautifully and conjure such wonderful images?
Lovely, Helen. Fall would definitely be my season of choice, but I’m glad I don’t decide these thing too.
Writing rhyming poetry is not easy. Well done in such a short space of time and word restriction. It is ‘about’ something too and a modern, topical something. I’m not sure humankind ISN’T tampering with the seasons, i.e. going through the wrong doors at the wrong times. In fact, I’m quite certain it is. Ann
Thanks for reading 🙂