This is part of Thursday Doors. This week I am thinking outside the box and sharing a poem from an old post I wrote back in 2019. You don’t know what Thursday Doors is? I shall let Dan Antion explain.
“Welcome to Thursday Doors! This is a weekly challenge for people who love doors and architecture to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos, drawings, or other images or stories from around the world. If you’d like to join us, simply create your own Thursday Doors post each (or any) week and then share a link to your post in the comments below, anytime between 12:01 am Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American eastern time). If you like, you can add our badge to your post.“
Back in 2019 the talented Geoff LePard posted about an exhibition he visited at Tate Modern. The exhibition was of the work of Dorothea Tanning. I was so taken by what Geoff had to say about his visit not only the artwork but also an over heard conversation in the cafe. You can read the post here. The Surreal in the Here and Now.
Below is one of Dorothea’s paintings it really took my eye and I had to write a mirror Etheree about it. (I have since learned from Colleen Chesebro that this is called Ekphrastic poetry.)
This is just my interpretation, I am probably well off of the mark. I don’t care because it spoke to me. So thanks to Geoff we have.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light.
My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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Willow, all I can say is, if I gave birth to “that” I would absolutely be mad as a hatter, nuttier than a fruitcake and loony tunes all rolled up in one!
Thank you for joining Thursday Doors with this fascinating poem, Willow. You’ve taken us into a different realm, and it’s interesting, inspiring and a little scary.
Good morning Dan , I hope this was okay…. You said we could tell stories and poem and it definitely had doors. I hope my flight of fancy inspired by this painting did not make you think that I am unhinged 💜💜💜
This is perfect, Willow. I love it when people extend the range of “doors.” We’ve had stories and drawings and dreams! It’s all great. We have quite a few poets, and they are among my favorite posts every week.
Excellent so we can keep opening Thursday doors and explor 💜
Oh yes!
Excellent 👍
That was pretty deep, Willow, and just a bit MAD!! 😱
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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Willow, all I can say is, if I gave birth to “that” I would absolutely be mad as a hatter, nuttier than a fruitcake and loony tunes all rolled up in one!
Ginger 💞
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Lol 😂😂😂😂😂 Yup if it were me too I’d of flipped out…. luckily for us Ginger it’s all in my mind 😳 Hang on! Perhaps I am a little mad ???💜💜💜
Read, and re-read, smiling each time!!!
Really, thank you so much Annette that is really encouraging 💜💜
this is fabulous!
Thank you 💜💜
Love this! 🥰
Thank you Sis 💜
She may not be mad but she’s definitely not all there!
Lol 🤣🤣🤣 are you referring to me???
A diamante!
Oh my! “Birth-Birthday” – a coincidence or … ? That is a most strange door – like one of those dream/nightmare images.
Yes indeed 💜💜
Wow! Love this, Willow. 🙂
Thank you it’s an old one 💜💜
Still good! 🧡🧡
Thank you 💜💜
Thank you for joining Thursday Doors with this fascinating poem, Willow. You’ve taken us into a different realm, and it’s interesting, inspiring and a little scary.
Good morning Dan , I hope this was okay…. You said we could tell stories and poem and it definitely had doors. I hope my flight of fancy inspired by this painting did not make you think that I am unhinged 💜💜💜
This is perfect, Willow. I love it when people extend the range of “doors.” We’ve had stories and drawings and dreams! It’s all great. We have quite a few poets, and they are among my favorite posts every week.
Excellent so we can keep opening Thursday doors and explor 💜
Oh yes!
Excellent 👍
That was pretty deep, Willow, and just a bit MAD!! 😱
Just a bit? I was aiming at comitable! 💜☺️☺️
HAHA! Ok, I was being kind! 😂
HI Willow, this is a brilliant poem written about an intriguing picture.
Thank you Robbie Dorothea really inspired me I wrote several poems about this painting 💜💜
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Stunning poetry Willow, I think it is such a good poem! ❤
Thank you 😊