Broken with age held together with tape and glue, a few nails too
where wood still solid will hold, the rest infested with termites and mold
Old parts no longer in stock to repair, a relic that has stood there
for a century of more, a battered and tattered door
Well wishers have said replace, a gaping hole in home's face
If this antique could speak instead of creak
A lack of tongue does bar this door from speaking of each mar and scar and more
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Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2026 03:17
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Something is haunting about giving decay a structure, then letting the silence around it become part of the testimony. The door feels less like an object and more like a witness that outlived its own language.
Well written
A wonderful observation that gives meaning to this poem. Thank you for your observation and comment my friend
My pleasure
A lovely write my friend
Thank you Norman your words are most important to me my friend
most welcome
A beautiful and poignant reflection. The door becomes more than woodโit carries a century of stories, scars, and memories. Sometimes what is worn and weathered is precisely what makes something worth preserving.
Thank you my kind friend for your understanding interpretation. Yes and so it is with all that is human and animal as well.
You are welcome.
Good write SB.
Thanks for the read my old friend. Oops not that you are old but the friendship is.
Goldfinch and I are millions of years old. You too?! lol.
I came around before years were invented
I love these old doors that open on mysterious dimensions ...But perhaps they no longer open from the inside ...
Thanks Lorenz for the review. Yea the latch is shot and no telling it if will open or not.
They don't make them like they used to soren
You give aging a positive vibe
Not something I see often
Thoroughly enjoyed
Thank you Peto your words are most encouraging and deeply appreciated my friend
Soren, what a wonderful piece! This gives dignity and character to something most people would discard without a second thought. Weathered, charming, and deeply human. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Thank you my friend your words hold special meaning and value.
Enjoyable Write about a Door of some Age.
And Imagine all the People who have Knocked or Turned the Handle and are long deceased.
Thanks so much Kevin for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Always a pleasure.
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