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.
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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.
An undisclosed location by the Adriatic sea. 
It used to be a police holiday home. 
A find in Farnese. 
A portal wearing my favourite colour scheme. 
A dreamscape. Canale Monterano. 
A look up from the previous structure. 
My favourite building in Viterbo playing peekaboo. 
Here is it. Just where we planned to organise a bloggers’ meeting before all this. (Nahh, it was a joke.) 
Viterbo cinema in “renovation”. 
Another one in Grosseto. 
Saline di Tarquinia. A not fully disused factory in the next photo. 
Back to the future? 
Because that’s what we are. Castiglioncello. 
And this is what we wish to be. Castiglioncello knows.
For:
empty of everything
but time
So true. Beautifully-penned. And I love pics of urban decay.
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Thank you, Bojana. The prompt photo made me search for more like it. I always have eyes for decay.
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Then, you’ll love Seth Lawless too, unless you do already.
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Thank you!! Never heard of him (Seph is the name). I had a look at his website and it’s rather spectacular. 😮
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Typo. I know. I saw his exhibition here a few years ago and have been following his work ever since.
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Urban strangers and police holiday homes. Your poetry is starting to get fueled. I can see this challenge is getting you going – in a good way 🤗🤗🤗🤗
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Ahhh, so glad you’re feeling it, SMSW. Thank you kindly! I bet it’s clear how devoid of challenges I’ve been… Fuel is what we all need.
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These photos are so interesting and full of detail. Each one its own story. The line of clothespins – very cool. And the line…opening nothing but eyes…! Well done.
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Thank you so much, Andrea. The prompt photo made me search for more in this spirit. I’m glad you can see the stories too.
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These photos are yours, Manja? They are stunning and represent the theme perfectly. Incredibly well done. You mastered the prompt.
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Ahh, thank you kindly, Judy! ❤ Sure they are mine. I always tell if somebody else took a photo I post. The prompt photo made me search in my archives for these. I’m glad for your high praise.
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It is sincere. They really were wonderful photos.. and much better in quality than most of the prompt photos, although all the prompt ones evoked the mood very well. I was so depressed by the time I finished viewing them, yet I kept being drawn back to them. Couldn’t stop. (Talking about the prompt photos, not yours.)
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Thank you!! I must admit that I was quickly pleased with the one we have both chosen and stopped looking. 😀 Which means that I have only seen maybe ten. Quite enough.
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so many stories the ghosts whisper through each frame ~
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Thank you for hearing them too, M. And welcome to my blog.
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I loved your selection of photos of liminal spaces.
“Now it is closed,
opening nothing
but eyes.”
That touched a chord.
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Thank you kindly, Namratha. I found your comment in spam and am glad to rescue it. I wish you an excellent April.
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I must admit I find your photos more compelling. I do like portals, and you always have plenty of them. (K)
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Thank you, K. More compelling than words? My fear as well. 😉 I’m glad that you can see my portals! It takes a special one.
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No–more compelling than the prompt photos. Your words are always compelling!
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Beautiful photos and words. 🙂
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Thank you, Lynette. I’m glad you like this package.
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I love the words and the photographs, especially the one that has urban strangers scribbled on the corner and all the laundry clips lined up on that wire.
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Thank you, Oloriel! The prompt photo spurred me to search for more. I love finds like these clips and any message on the wall.
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Amazing photos, Manja! And you caught the desolation of the source photo perfectly in the poem. What is it about ruins and abandoned places of worship that draws us in? That photo of the ruined church really did it for me today.💜
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Thank you, Romana mia. Not that you’re mine as such but I’m always reminded of that Italian song Romagna mia when I see your name. 😉 Imagine a bloggers’ meeting in that church! Perfect!
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That would be a perfect meeting, appropriately spooky! I’m not familiar with the song–I’ll look it up. I used to have a professor who called me Pax Romana. Something to do with ancient Roman history.🥰
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