Doormat

Day 23 NaPoWriMo, Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”

Doormat

doormats are used
to dish dirt outside
trap dangerous germs
from entering the
actual main house
placed in a doorway,
on which we can wipe
our shoes on entering
any facility. what happens
when you allow others
to dominate you?
you are either a
living saint
or a doormat.

13 Comments

  1. I like it! Not dragged out, straight to the point of it!

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    1. michnavs says:

      Thank you so much..

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  3. murisopsis says:

    A good question – I wonder how many “doormats” are simply biding their time before they “trip up” their users!

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    1. michnavs says:

      Thank you so much Val..💕🙏

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  4. Yes when we allow others to dominate us we become doormats. Nice analogy, Mich.

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    1. michnavs says:

      Thank you Kamal

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  5. Great poem! Something we need to continue teaching children and young people….You don’t have to let others treat you badly. Stand up for yourself. Speak up for yourself. Stand up for each other. A good person who genuinely loves and cares about you will never treat you like a doormat.
    (((HUGS)))

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    1. michnavs says:

      So true Carolyn..we need to make the young understand the value of “valuing themselves”. Happy Sunday to you💛💕

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