Thursday Doors, 4/4/19: Orbetello & Day Four: Sad sonnet

Hehe. This is better than school. I can say what I wish.

Today’s post contains one contrarian poem and, because it’s Thursday, a bunch of Orbetello doors from our Carnival outing in February. If you’ve come for a poem I must explain: I have been posting door photos for Norm’s Thursday Doors challenge every Thursday for about four years.

When I read today’s prompt, something snapped inside me. I remember that feeling from school.

Challenge 4: “Write your own sad poem, but one that … achieves sadness through simplicity. Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.”

Luckily the sad theme is dressed in the sonnet form, which I was glad to see. In the middle of last year’s NaPoWriMo I wrote a sonnet of my own free will, as I was getting tired of my para-poetic attempts and wanted a proper poem. A sonnet like we were taught in (Slovenian) school, with the U-U-U-U-U-U meter and abba-baab-cdc-dcd rhyme, is to me the definition of a proper poem.

But if you really want sad, here is my last year’s Day Four poem on Depression with which I have to live every day. And it’s not mine.

Here is my sonnet then. Simple enough?

Sad sonnet

Sad Thursday. Great. Exactly what is needed.
As if the stormy winds that threaten wildly
to thwart our careful plans, to put it mildly,
weren’t enough. Sad sonnet? I say: Bring it!

The one to order sadness from me blindly
has not been born yet, or with joy defeated.
There is too much that’s wrong, sad, bad, mistreated,
so take your gloom away and bug off kindly.

It’s not denial. It’s anger. Thought pollution.
I feel I’ve landed in a tear-jerk story.
To be sad to a prompt is no solution.

I’ll keep my colours, doors, hope, fun times, glory.
Yes, optimism is new revolution.
So let me hear you loudly say: We’re sorry.

This was a fun Carnevaletto da Tre Soldi in Orbetello in southern Tuscany. In some of the photos doors take second spot. I’m sure you’ll understand.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

and for Day 4 of NaPoWriMo



  1. I love this! when I saw the prompt I thought as well that there’s enough sadness in the world already. Bring on the happy prompts!
    And I love the tree through the archway too. (K)

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  2. I’m actually going to give the door-over-door a thumbs-up. Rather than simply replacing the old battered wooden doors, they are now protected. However, if I was going to criticize them, I’d say they should have tried to match the high-low panels. My OCD cringes at the mismatch.

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      1. This is where I have to admit that it’s a detail I wouldn’t necessarily have taken note of … until my youngest son pointed it out one day when he was in school studying architectural design.
        He’s a very quiet guy and doesn’t say much, but when he does comment on something out loud, I tend to take notice!

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  3. Never mind the boots someone needs to call the fashion police and have those hideous fuscia jackets arrested 😀
    Aside from the crimes-against-my-eyeballs it looks like a fun festival. Until I know the why behind the decision, I’m not gonna judge the covering up/possible protection of the doors in the first shots. Though yes, they could have done it better than this.
    Great post 🙂

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    1. Hihih, Norm, I’d never have you down as one to complain against the fashion choice of the majorettes. 😀 But yes, this colour doesn’t go well with the Italian flag on the headgear. Imagine if I knocked on that protected door and demand an explanation because the global door public wants to know. Thanks, I’m glad you had some fun with it.

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      1. When it comes to other peoples’ fashion choices I normally just keep my big mouth shut, but in this case: Hey! My eyes have been assaulted here! I had to say something 😉

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  4. I like your rebellious spirit. Sadness on demand… funny. And as usual, lots of humor in your photos and captions. I will have to be rebellious and be the outlier here, though, and say that I think there can be a lot of beauty in sadness and melancholy. The human experience is so often a tragically beautiful reality. I find that by appreciating the sad, I can more fully appreciate the happy. It keeps me balanced. And I love a great cry when something is touching and moving. I like that a venue for sharing means sharing everything that makes us human and feeling all the bits – good and bad – that make up life. It’s who we are. Thank you for sharing your happy bits! From the way you write, I think I would quite like to read something you find sad. I think you’d be great at pulling out some good emotions! And make it thought-provoking to boot. Maybe when it’s no on demand… 🙂

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    1. Lindsay, thank you for telling me your view. I appreciate it so much. I can see what you mean and would agree with you if I weren’t living with somebody with depression (up in my post there is the link to my last year’s poem about it). Sad and angry dominate so I have to catch all the happy that I can find and drive that. Frankly, I’m afraid of my strength at pulling emotions. Let’s not wish for anything bad or sad. 🙂 It will come to happen by itself.

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    1. Thanks, Maggie. As I said, each of us is better for some things. I loved your poetic sad tale. It was so memorable. It made me wonder how many of my former dog walking buddies are no longer with us.


  5. I know I subscribed to your blog a long time ago, but I have not been getting it. I only found you again through your comment on Norm’s doors!!! Your little comment here on the comments section makes me laugh at your wonderful sense of humor!

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