Interpolated (Thursday Doors)
The day is empty
like this house—tentative, flat,
merged with the landscape.
Each layer resides
inside its own dimension–
unfinished, ajar.
Spinning in circles,
a surface with no inside–
an imprint of thought.
A moment’s whimsy–
not really a door at all–
more like a portal—
A passageway to somewhere
in the middle of between
My final entry to the Thursday Doors May Writing Challenge, a haiku sonnet, uses a photo from Wheat Salt Wine Oil as inspiration. The collage is another one of mine from my youth.
Next week, back to my own doors.
method two madness 
A mysterious portal indeed!
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It is! Thanks Merril.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Nicely done poetry. I love the notion of “an imprint of thought” Nothing is every really forgotten just sometimes the recollection of thought is no always spot on .
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That’s true Suzette. And sometimes the most random thing can bring the memory back again.
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Exactly!!
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That’s a lovely poem, and the artwork is the perfect accompaniment. I loved “somewhere
in the middle of between” because the idea of Between is magical to me. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan. That’s where magic lives.
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“In the middle of between” … exactly how it feels to be in this world more and more.
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I agree. Thanks Manja.
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Wow so beautiful and I loved the house u made, Kerfe. Lovely poem ❤️
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Thanks Kamal.
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Welcome always Kerfe 🌹
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Your words interpret the image beautifully.
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Thanks Ingrid.
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I love both the image and the haiku it inspired.
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Thanks Liz. Dan had some great images this year.
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You’re welcome, Kerfe.
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I am so glad someone tackled that door photo. It seemed that there had to be a way to work with it, and you did a wonderful job. I also like your collage very much. You have some concepts which are perfect for that “door” – my favorite is “a surface with no inside.”
Thanks for adding this to the offerings.
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Thanks Dan. I really liked the sampling of doors, and enjoyed writing to others’ images. I could keep going, but we need to accumulate new doors for next year’s writing challenge!
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This is true. We’ve had a good run this year, and I suspect we’ll see a few more. I plan to slip one under the door on Monday.
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I’ll be happy to see it.
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Hi Kerfe, this is a delightful and imaginative poem.
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Thanks Robbie. I really enjoyed writing to others’ doors this month.
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I can’t decide if your words are exactly approximate or approximately exact, but they are remarkably crafted for this image. Your description is so very imaginative!
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Thank you!
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Not really a door at all – a portal. I would say! 😍
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Indeed. Thanks Bela.
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You’ve turned that strange picture into something magical.
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I guess it’s all in the eye of the beholder. Pictures can be ambiguous, but words not so much. Sorry for the double comment.
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Photography often deceives, so true.
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Thanks Tanmay. Strange can often become magical I think.
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“A passageway to somewhere
in the middle of between”
I love those lines. The hay bale has such a creepy feel to it that you captured well, Kerfe. A fascinating prompt and poem.
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Thanks Diana. It’s amazing all the places you can find doors.
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So true! Even in hay bales!
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creative imagery for this humble hay bale…I liked the layering reference, spinning in circles…and seeing it as a portal. thanks for choosing this photo.
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Thanks for providing it!
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