Today we have a look at the word liminal, that which exists on both sides. In order to put this word into perspective, I needed a little prefix.
Prompt 4: “In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. … No matter what neglected or eerie space you choose, I hope its oddness tugs at the place in your mind and heart where poems are made.“
My choice of photo:
Sub No. No. No… (Browsing Liminal Spaces.) This one. A suburban scene, empty of everything but time. Substandard in use, super nova in renovation. There were times when it lived but not now. Now it is closed, opening nothing but eyes. Suburban, substandard, subliminal.
In photos, my selection of borderline open/closed spaces. Even if they are closed for business, they might be open to the elements, such as wind. It will become clear why I chose the photo that I did, and why its oddness tugged at the place in my mind and heart where poems are made, as the prompt says. How lovely is that.
Today’s photos come in pairs, from the same location or with the same theme. Welcome.