New Neighborhood: Favorite Thursday Doors 2021

The Other that defined
the Me that defined
the Where and How—

My heartmoor knows
the answer to the question
before it is even formed.

What is living but
a series of redefinitions?
A craxis.

Suddenly what was is no more,
and the Who finds itself
facing another set of doors,

hoping once again
to avoid the Over
that follows Start.

My favorite doors of the year are the first ones I posted, across the street from the apartment building I moved into last spring. It was my third move since the beginning of 2020.

Linda at dVerse provided some words from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig as inspiration for our poems. I used two:

Heartmoor: the primal longing for a home village to return to, a place that no longer exists, if it ever did.

Craxis: the unease of knowing how quickly your circumstances could change on you- that no matter how carefully you shape your life into what you want it to be, the whole thing could be overturned in an instant.

I hope this will be my last move, but life always seems to have its own ideas.

And you can see more favorite doors of the year at Thursday Doors here.

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40 responses to “New Neighborhood: Favorite Thursday Doors 2021”

  1. ben Alexander says :

    I hope so too, Kerfe – moving is incredibly draining.

    Lovely, lovely poem. This is perfect –

    the Who finds itself
    facing another set of doors,


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  2. Ingrid says :

    You seem to move as often as me, Kerfe. At least it keeps our writing fresh!

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  3. D. Avery @shiftnshake says :

    Oh, I hope you get to settle in somewhere nice. It must be hard to know where things go! It’s a perfect poem.

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  4. Dan Antion says :

    What a wonderfully creative composition you’ve shared with us today. I do hope you can settle into a place for a while. Three times is a lot of moving in two years. I love your poetry, and the way you weave everything together. I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and I wish you the best in 2022.

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  5. Linda Lee Lyberg says :

    What a lovely poem, and those doors…wow.

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  6. Sunra Rainz says :

    Such a clever poem, K. Each word owns its place. I love this section particularly:

    “What is living but
    a series of redefinitions?
    A craxis.”

    Great question, great answer!

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  7. hedgewitch says :

    There were several periods in my life when I moved, or as a child, was moved, constantly. I attended nine different elementary schools, and later was married to someone who liked to change houses every two years. It was very much like your poem–disorienting at first, and then finally down to your excellent line: “..What is living but/a series of redefinitions?” best of luck to you in your latest move, and thanks for this poem I can relate to so well.

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  8. Gillena Cox says :

    “What is living but
    a series of redefinitions?”
    Yes indeed. That it is.
    Happy you dropped by my blog Kerfe


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  9. boundlessblessingsblog says :

    Beautiful and lovely poem, Marta. Your doors are always awesome. Great art.

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  10. Manja Maksimovič says :

    Beautiful door and words. I hope you won’t move but your words do.

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  11. Emille says :

    Qh, the entrance leading up to the first doors make it even more impressive! Am glad you explained craxis:) It’s always an adjustment to start over in a new place (which I went through last year August) It feels much better this year:)

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  12. Teagan Riordain Geneviene says :

    Relocating gets harder every time. I get it, believe me.
    The poem is beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us. Hugs on the wing!

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  13. dorahak says :

    Living, moving, as a “series of redefinitions”: beautifully expressed, even as its hard to adjust to, like a new syntax of the “Other.” Blessings on your move, Kerfe. May it be the last.

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  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says :

    I know so many saying that they would like to move, but I think that most of us prefer to stay where we are.

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  15. M says :

    having moved myself 3 times since July 2020, and more to come, life sure does have its own ideas. that last verse especially, captures the sense ~

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  16. merrildsmith says :

    Beautiful words and doors–the endless questions. I hope you get to settle here for a while.

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  17. robbiesinspiration says :

    Very nice doors, Kerfe, I remember this building. Your poem is excellent, it really packs a punch.

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  18. robtkistner says :

    Kerfe — May the joy of the season fill your heart here at the closing if the year 2021, and may peace abide in 2022. This is a most difficult time for our planet earth, and a time of turmoil for its peoples. May 2022 begin the way back! ✌🏼❤️🌎

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  19. Dave Kingsbury says :

    Would you call those doors Art Nouveau, I wonder? It’s an unsettling style at times …


  20. Sun Hesper Jansen says :

    Such great words – another I love of his is “starlorn”… I wish for a good long spell of stability for you, and all of us!


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