There are doors in my head too big for their frames.
Winter came and I learned that wood swells when wet.
Some have seized on their hinges, too fat to budge,
other simply moan a little when I pry past them
and then a few I cannot close at all, no matter how hard I try.
Yesterday’s prompt from the dVerse Poets Pub was to write a five line poem. I’ve written a few in the past, mostly fixed form pieces like Tankas, but tonight I thought I’d keep things simple and limit myself only to the line count.