Doormat

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    Doormat

     When you want to come in from outside and get clean,
    I'll rub you down till you're ready to get off of me.
    Just leave all of your filth, babe, with me at the door--
    'cause my day's made when you tread me into the floor.
    Threadbare and bald one day I may be, but not yet.
    Bristles firm, I stay taking your mud and your wet.
    And feeling your heavy, manly heels rake my face
    let me know I am used-- I have purpose, have place:
    a place only I can call home if you'll let me.
    So let me. You know I don't need much; I'm steady,
    stained ever so slightly, but still match your decor,
    and you would miss me not kissing your feet at the door.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    morgainecnyll’s Poems (45)

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    Options 0 12/17/2011
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    The One 0 06/14/2011
    2:00 A.M. and unable to sleep 1 04/28/2011
    For Alex 0 04/28/2011
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    Consummation 3 09/02/2010
    Why I am Silent 0 09/02/2010
    Wanderjahr 0 09/02/2010
    Elysium Fields for You (In loving memory of James Patrick Garis, i.e. Uncle Jim) 0 09/02/2010
    Nebulaic 1 09/02/2010
    hush 0 09/02/2010
    Clarification
    s, Pt. 1: Love    		 1 09/02/2010
    The Fall 0 09/02/2010
    Immobile; Narcissus, dying. 0 09/02/2010
    Phasing 0 09/02/2010
    liminal 0 09/01/2010
    Why I am Silent 0 09/01/2010
    Tsavorite (Sonnet VII) 0 05/08/2010
    Christmas for Franklin 0 05/08/2010
    John Brown was a Strange Father 0 05/08/2010
    This Purpose 0 06/27/2009
    Revelation 1 06/27/2009
    Prodigal Revisted 2 06/27/2009
    the climb 1 04/29/2009
    random 1 04/29/2009
    untitled 0 04/29/2009
    sonnet 8 2 04/29/2009
    untitled 2 04/29/2009
    Fairy Tail 0 04/29/2009
    thoughtless 0 04/29/2009
    Feb. 3, 2008 : The Beloved Son 0 04/29/2009
    Sonnet 6 0 04/29/2009
    April 22, 2007-- Sonnet V 0 04/24/2009
    Ophelia 3 04/24/2009
    July2006—Hi
    nc illae lacrimae    		 0 04/24/2009
    June 27, 2006- The Hollow Cost 0 04/24/2009
    Amor Vincit Omnia (In Wilfred Owen Style) 2 04/24/2009
    April 26, 2006—Phenom
    anon    		 0 04/24/2009
    April 7, 2006—Sonnet III 2 04/24/2009
    February 29/March 2 2004— the Stirring 1 04/24/2009
    Mechanical 1 04/08/2009
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