Day 28 & Thursday Doors poem

Because it’s Thursday, because my friend asks me what doors mean to me, and because we are to shape up our poem today – the shape can be only one.

Prompt 28: “Write a concrete poem. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem.

I have a good memory from a concrete poem on a Thursday. Once before I wrote a door poem and it got me featured the next day. Today my poem – which was a pain to format but you know this – is an answer to Lyona’s question which went thus:

query : are doors… a fetish? an obsession? a literal love? a symbolic icon for you? or… all?!

My door love

What are
doors for you,
she asks. She who is
so quick and generous
with her warmth and cheer.
Who is building people up
expecting nothing in return.
Just as doors are building up
buildings giving them sense.

What are doors for me? A
constant, a structure-pro-
viding certainty, a pacifier.
Beats smoking. But also a
point of contact. What a
house wants me to see
first. Okay, windows too

but they are more for
show.

There is also their purely
aesthetic component.
Grand beauty. The wow
factor. Door as a history
marker. As a silent witness.
Observer of this zoo passing.

Then
there
is door
as PRO
TEC

TOR.

Over
my dead
planks.

Thou
shall
not.

Leave
all
hope.

In this way as
I pass, one
street turns
into a gallery
and a doors
concert. They
sing all at once.
Some sing with
their silence.

And I’m a fan.


And now the poem as originally envisaged.

The photo above is from Massa Marittima, a lesser known but brilliant town in Tuscany. Below are some more scenes from various door-filled streets of Italy and one from the capital of Slovenia, which made my camera and soul sigh.

The gallery ends with another photo from Massa Marittima taken by Norm Frampton, our previous Thursday Doors host and originator, when he was here with his Honey in 2018. Those were the days. Don’t forget: Doors take you places.

Also don’t forget that on Sunday our current host Dan is starting his second Thursday Doors Writing Challenge. Here you can view all the doors gathered as an inspiration. I already know which I will use.

And tonight I’ll wake up at 4 a.m. to see if Luka and the Dallas Mavericks can eliminate the Utah Jazz. Luka has never won in Salt Lake City in his four seasons. Everything must come first.

For Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Dan at No Facilities

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: April 2017 postcards
“Dog! You have abandoned your owner again.” When the street writes poetry and adorns it with yuccas, the only thing left for you to do is turn it into prose.
(Read and see other postcards.)
2019: Dis connect
I was supposed to watch 18 minutes
of four poets  
talking Emily
 
and then write my own
meta poem.  
A poem on a poem.

Meta is my mother’s name.
I learned Meta  
at the source.

Read on.

2020: Green room
...and in the middle of it
little Manja
growing up into a secret,
cleaning her room the only way she can,
by making it interesting,
turning it into a game:
first all the mess is gathered
in the middle of the room,
then it is divided into little heaps
according to drawers and shelves
where it is due to end up,
and finally it is put there.
In alphabetical order. 

Read all.

2021: Real questions
How cold will it be tomorrow
if they say it will be twice as cold
and today it’s the freezing point, 
0 degrees Celsius?

More importantly, 
when I sense a loss is coming
in my card game, 
does this mean that I will lose 
no matter what I do, 
or is it to spur me on 
to do something extravagant 
and still win?

And why does this remind me so 
of the future of humanity? 

Read all.

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

37 thoughts on “Day 28 & Thursday Doors poem

  1. haha! Manja–you and I are so thinking alike! Before I even read the words under your last photo, my first thought was ‘Don’t jump!’ 😆 The red door with the turquoise shutters overhead–so pretty. And that little kitty watching to make sure you captured him in the photo. Good job. 😺

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  2. When I saw the Doors poster, I thought, “I wonder if Manja made that?” You have so many wonderful doors. I love your poem, and the way you displayed it. I really like the way people are integrating Thursday Doors with other challenges. There are too many opportunities these days to be in our own little corner. I tend to prefer a post that melds multiple goals together than multiple posts. I know it’s harder for the blogger, but you’ve done very well.

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    1. Thank you, Dan. I only combine challenges when I must, I’m not a fan of it. Since I post every day, I can spread the themes among the days, usually. But yes, I’m in favour of integration. That poster is a bit too neat to be mine. 😉 But I’m glad it made you think this.

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  3. Your poem perfectly captures how I feel about doors too. And seeing the poem without the images, I imagined the skinny edges as hinges for the door (those unsung heroes that transform painted wood from being merely a wall!). And seen as a hinge, the line might be “Thou shall not [omit period] leave all hope.”

    As always, you get me thinking and admiring!

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    1. Interesting idea about joining those two lines, Carol Ann. To write a poem and post it in the same day it doesn’t leave much quality time for editing. I know the visual could be done better. I’m glad I get you thinking! Thank you!

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      1. Isn’t poetry (in part) about providing a springboard to other thoughts and images?? To me, your poem did that, exactly as written. Which makes your accomplishment all the more amazing: without editing, it still worked! Wow.

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  4. Wonderful concrete poem. Of course it had to be a door, and I love how you placed the words in the photo. Wonderful photos too, as ever. My favourites: the yellow blooms and Bestia in the background, and that magpie captured in flight! What a sight. How can it be one for sorrow when you capture it like that. And the two empty chairs in the background, the whole image tells such a singularly interesting story. Definitely one to use if you ever start doing photographic prompts for ekphrastic poetry. It spoke to me not as book cover but as that ❤

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