December 13, 2013

Poetry Friday--Again with the Doors?

Last Friday's post was an original poem, "Interior," inspired by a painting with doorways and a window. I received a few comments from people who mentioned an affinity for doors.

Perhaps a general fascination with doors started with the famous poster, "The Doors of Dublin," information about which can be found here.

I have photographed interesting doors in my area, and several have been made into haiga. I'm going to share a few today. The first three have appeared before.





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I have more doors in my files that are waiting for a poem. Keep watching this space!

Tabatha Yeatts is hosting the Round-Up this week!





23 comments:

  1. Love the pictures, Diane. And all the poems speak of mysteries, the need to open those doors! I like that final one, with the picture, rather sad, isn't it?

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    1. Linda, the final one is in remembrance of Newtown, but I think many anniversary situations can be found in it.

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  2. Oooooh, the third one is ominous. Love it! Fun theme to explore -- I'm looking forward to more of your door poems!

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    1. I need to do more walking. It's really hard to see an awesome door while I'm driving.

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  3. Diane, I was also drawn to that third door. Beautiful images. Thanks for sharing this series of door photographs and poems -- what a great idea for a writing prompt.

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    1. I never thought of it that way, since most of my haiga are written in response to the photo/art, but you're right, doors would make a good writing prompt.

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  4. These were just terrific, especially the last, which I found hopeful - perhpas because of the forsythia buds (at least, that's what I think they are!) which make me think of warmth and Spring.

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    1. I saw them as more of a choking tangle. I like your way of thinking better.

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  5. Beautiful photos, and words to go with! So glad you shared them today. I'm especially drawn to the discontent behind door # 3, but love the sense of exotic mystery behind door # 2 as well.

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    1. Doors #2 and #3 are both in Portsmouth, NH. I don't know about exotic, but they sure are interesting doors!

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    2. It was actually more your words than the door itself that brought the "exotic mystery" for me: "far from home... a different September sun. I don't know why, but Morocco comes to mind. Maybe a field trip is in order... we can discuss this further when we get there.

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  6. I love doors so much I have books about, just, doors! And I have that Dublin poster too. And I love your work here. :0)
    (The third one I remember seeing before - such an effective haiga.) The fourth one is so poignant; yet I'm most drawn to that "different September sun." Thanks for sharing them all!

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    1. Doors can be fascinating. I remember wondering why Episcopalian churches always seemed to have red doors. I'm not the only one who wondered. Do a Google search on "churches with red doors." There doesn't seem to be a definitive answer.

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  7. Actually, I like that first one best!! "Intimations of her decline," linked unexpectedly with "april sun" - a whole short story in seven words. BTW: Where is that lovely door in Photo #2??

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    1. The door was in a side street in Portsmouth, NH. I have no idea what was the purpose of such an unusual ironwork front, since the building was no longer in use.

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  8. Lovely. As always, I am inspired by your work with art and words!

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    1. Thanks, Mary Lee, and thanks for the video you had on your blog today, I shared it with a friend who runs a preschool/kindergarten.

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  9. door door door door
    my grand-baby is speaking
    words


    much love...

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  10. Love it, Gillena! Thanks for sharing! My grandson is a "what's that?" little machine!

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  11. Oooh, doors! They hold so much mystery, hope, closure. I like this series a lot and can't way to see more.

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  12. I never thought much about doors until I went to China. All those red doors with with groupings of 9. They were beautiful and fascinating.

    I like your doors and the poems you've written for them. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Red doors! One more reason to add China to my bucket list!

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