Tinker Posted July 20, 2020 Share Posted July 20, 2020 DesolationI once swung open,my hinges pliable,my panes clear,paint fresh,and comfort and laughterwaited on the other side.Now on the edge of humanity,closed, hinges frozen,panes crusted with dirt,weathered by neglect and time,devoid of promise,I stand alone. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted July 20, 2020 Share Posted July 20, 2020 Judi, desolation is a central theme in my poems, so naturally this caught my eye. What I love about this is that without the accompanying picture, the poem could easily be a metaphor for the speaker. Very nice poem/presentation. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted July 20, 2020 Author Share Posted July 20, 2020 Thanks Tony, This isn't the photo that inspired the poem but it is as similar as I could find. This photo has the door attached to a building and looks a little rickedy. I couldn't get the original photo to copy. The original photo is a door solidly framed in what appears to be stone, with no building attached. The door is of heavy wood and there are dirty window panes in the upper half so you can't see through but you can walk around it to the other side. I wish I could reproduce it. It stands alone. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
A. Baez Posted July 22, 2020 Share Posted July 22, 2020 You paint a clear picture of this door--a nice metaphor for broader themes of habitation/engagement vs. disuse/disengagement. Too bad you weren't able to reproduce the original photo with the door with windows, but it's interesting to consider how "panes" evokes "pains" and the twist that this interpretation could give to your lines. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted July 22, 2020 Share Posted July 22, 2020 Muchly enjoyed this Judi. Old doors are evocative, and there are human parallels, in being of use and no longer of being of use to anyone. Neglected and alone, devoid of promise. A painting I did last year of a door: 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted July 23, 2020 Author Share Posted July 23, 2020 Thank AB, I'm still working on it. I love the original picture. The panes of glass were important. ~~Judi 1 Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted January 9, 2021 Share Posted January 9, 2021 Judi, Made me remember the way I felt the first time, as a child, when I encountered the Island of Misfit Toys: desolation. Thanks (I Think!), - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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