Into the portal
dark with eons of mystery
where the past is prologue
we caste aside our fear
entering with bated breaths
to what awaits us…
Into the portal
dark with eons of mystery
where the past is prologue
we caste aside our fear
entering with bated breaths
to what awaits us…
Kathy Lauren Miller 
That sounds like an adventure š
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Hi Sue, yes it would be cool to investigate a cave. I would wonder who sheltered there, when and why.
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I’ve always found the notion of any type of portal fascinating. Your poem captures that feeling of “where will it take me, what will I find?” very well.
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Thank you Liz. I feel the same way, that sense of excitement of the unknown.
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That’s life š
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Hi Willow. Yes, we do go on, though what we leave behind is telling…
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Yes indeed that is true š
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Sounds like the start of a mystery novel written in verse. I love it!
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Thank you, not a bad idea..maybe I’ll do a short story, see where it goes.
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