halfway (Thursday doors and more)

mark not words, but boundaries–
you call them kindred
because they verge on your dreams

waves of receding
spirits returning like stars,
still and glittering

naked and exposed inside the lens of your life

My first sevenling poem, for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge with synonyms for family and peace.

I took the above photo on Broadway, somewhere in the 80s I think. If you look closely you can see my headless figure.

This door belongs to a Con Ed substation at 110th and Amsterdam. The building itself is unmemorable, but I like the design of the door.

I spotted these flowers a few weeks ago when walking in Riverside Park. I had never seen what I thought to be an oak tree flowering before.

I could not figure out its identity until this weekend I saw it had seed pods. They were instantly identifiable online–jimson weed.

A toxic member of the nightshade family, although it does have medicinal and hallucinogenic uses. Evidently animals know to steer clear, but humans fall prey to its effects on a regular basis, not always accidentally.

And I wanted to share the view of the tower of light taken from my window Saturday night.

You can join in Thursday doors here.

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46 responses to “halfway (Thursday doors and more)”

  1. robbiesinspiration says :

    These are great doors, Kerfe. I can see you in the reflection. This is a wonderful poem. Exquisite.

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  2. Manja Maksimovič says :

    I wouldn’t stay clear of these two doors either. Lovely.

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  3. Dan Antion says :

    These are lovely doors, and I enjoyed your poetry. I’m trying to think if this is the first poetry post for Thursday Doors. In any case, it’s a wonderful one. Thanks.

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  4. Claudia McGill says :

    Jimson weed in the city. I’m familiar with it from my childhood in the country. Love to see it in the city!

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    • memadtwo says :

      I would never have noticed it if not for thinking it peculiar that there were flowers on an oak tree. It was growing next to a stump, which is why I assumed that. But of course now I will look at it every time I pass by.

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      • Claudia McGill says :

        When I was young and my sister even smaller, she asked me to help her name some of her paper dolls. I got vreative about it and suggested Jimson Weed, and the Bush family – Rose, Pyracantha, and Nandina. To be fair, I really thought these were really interesting words and I didn’t mean to tease her, but my mother heard my sister calling the figures these names and got the story, made me explain to her they weren’t really people’s names. Which I didn’t see why they couldn’t be. I didn’t see why there had to be official names and you couldn’t use anything else (times have changed since then all right). But anyway I did. My sister said she liked them and asked me to give her more interesting names. I do not know what the moral of this story is, but Jimson Weed and his many Weed family members live on in many forms, I guess…

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  5. boundlessblessingsblog says :

    Wonderful doors and such a beautiful poem, Marta. Lovely.

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  6. merrildsmith says :

    Beautiful poem that goes with that door. I love all the reflections in it (of course), and I do see your headless figure.

    I like the other doors and nature shots, too.

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  7. Ingrid says :

    I love those last lines especially, perhaps because I hate having my photo taken!

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  8. Emille says :

    The doors are great! The second one is memorable. Are these in London or Amsterdam? Love the flowers too, so elegant:) Emille

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  9. Colleen M. Chesebro says :

    Kerfe, the door is stunning along with your poetry. I’ve got to look up the sevenling poetry form. Your words have a haunting beauty to them which matches the image of the tower of light commemorating 9-11. Is the moon in that last image? Beautiful… I like the idea of a photo/poetry book inspired by the images of doors and poetry to go with each photo. NYC has such great architectural elements! ❤

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    • memadtwo says :

      Thanks Colleen. Yes, the appearance of the moon was serendipity. Jane has used the sevenling quite a few times and I’ve been meaning to try it.
      And yes, I’ll never run out of new doors in this city!

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  10. msjadeli says :

    The decoration above the door looks almost like a faceless head with hair. So cool how you mirror that in your own image in the window of the door. The panes of glass look like a collage. The datura/jimson weed seeds are sold on the internet but when I see what it does to people who take them, no thanks. They grow here because someone threw seeds out at one time… There is an oracle-like feel to your sevenling.

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  11. D. Avery @shiftnshake says :

    I love your door photos. The poem is wonderful and now I’m itching to try a sevenling.

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  12. sustainabilitea says :

    I did see your headless self and that door has an elegant surround. I agree that the shapes in the second one make it interesting.

    janet

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  13. D. Wallace Peach says :

    I dove into your poem a couple of times and enjoyed it, Kerfe. Cool doors, especially the Con Ed one. And I didn’t know that Jinsom weed has such beautiful flowers.

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  14. M says :

    doors are a kind of mask, don’t you think? or maybe I just got too close to the (jimson) weed ~

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  15. Bela Johnson says :

    Nicely done. 🙏

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