The prison key of precious jade
Locked doors of duty finely made.
Love arrived, revised the spell.
The doors survived. The walls though fell.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday and Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
One-Liner Wednesday — Doors and Walls
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Monkeys are my favorite animals! Love this post!:)
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Thank you! The photo of the monkey is our badge that Cheryl made for us to use for this prompt. It is cute monkey.
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Oh God, this is incredible. It’s worthy of Hafiz, Frank. I love what you wrote about the walls falling and the door remaining – it’s like forgiveness is a gateway into higher awareness, kindness and freedom. I’ll share this on Friday.
Your photo is wonderful too. Perfect with the writing.
Debbie
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That was the intention. I am glad it came through. Thank you, Debbie!
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A lovely thought, Frank. If only all prison walls–real and metaphorical–could fall, leaving doors that open to something better.
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One trusts there is something better on the other side of those walls. Thank you, Merril!
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I got a sense that the walls fell with love’s revision, the way was no longer blocked but the door remained…one needed to open the door and seek the absolution…whatever was intended Frank, it is a lovely poem
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Yes, that is along the lines I was thinking. There is value in that door made from “duty”. It is still there to be opened. Walls offer protection and imprisonment. I didn’t have much more than that in mind. A little vague, but hopefully suggesting something of value. Thank you, Dorianna!
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Hi Frank. At first read, I had to think of the reason of doors, walls. Reading the comments helped, and it completes the poem for me. Or gives me a deeper understanding. It is good to see a poem in other’s eyes. But it stands alone even without their comments. There’s mystery in the pieces of this poem to me, and that always makes one think. A very good one, Frank. I wasn’t thinking of forgiveness, or absolution, but I know that you have written about the difficulties of forgiveness before, so that draws me to it.
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I’m not sure what it means anymore, but it seemed clear when I wrote it. Perhaps in some future revision there will be a second stanza. Thank you, Jane!
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“The doors survived. The walls though fell.”
You’ve done it again, Frank! You’ve created a poem with a twist that adds remarkable depth, interest, and meaning.
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I am glad you liked that twist at the end. It’s been a few days now since I wrote it and the twist seems to still work for me but I’m no longer sure of the intent. Thank you, Paul!
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Measure of Love Gem Stone or Jewel
Ocean or Surf Board
Value
We
Make
Until Water of Ocean We Are as Make..:)
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I like that making value until we are part of the water of the ocean again. Thank you, Fred!
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Expanding
Shores
We Can and
Will
Be..:)
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