Abandoned Uncertainties (Thursday Doors)

“Who am I and what is my purpose?”
–W3 prompt question, Matt Synder

Sometimes I feel like a closed door
with no structure—no ceiling, floor–
abandoned to the whims of the weather–

Or perhaps under construction–
covered with warnings, instructions
designed to turn the outside world away—

My exterior is plain, bare,
and inside I’m no more aware
of where I’m going, or what I will be.

I’ve been waiting for a chance to use that abandoned door I photographed on Columbus Avenue earlier this year. Matt’s prompt at W3 (and my answer to his question) was a perfect fit.

I also picked out a couple other uncertain doorways from my archives.

Matt asked for a 9-line poem, so I consulted Muri’s Around the World list and found the tercet form Tripadi from Bangladesh. I like it a lot–both the rhythm and rhyme flow very naturally.

A closer look at that abandoned door shows that it still has possibilities–remove the paint, refresh the decorative glass, give it some new hardware–it could still provide a welcome sight at the end of a long day. That’s a good enough purpose in my book.

And be sure to visit Thursday Doors, hosted by Dan Antion, where you will find plenty of well-used doors.