Thursday Doors, 11/4/19: Ljubljana & Day 11: Where I’m from

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt will get you a tune, some truth in a poem and a collection of home-grown doors. And then I left, or arrived, as you look at it.

First a tune to get into the groove.

“We be reading Marx where I’m from”

Digable Planets

Challenge 11: “We’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? … And having come from there, where are you now?”

Where I'm from

Where I’m from
was the best place to become me
but then I left.

I never felt anything was lost
by bringing me here.
By driving myself, actually,
for seven hours or so,
all the way to Florence
where my prince, nodding beside me,
took over the wheel
and we got a little lost in Tuscany hills
because who cares, right?
If it doesn’t matter where you are,
getting lost doesn’t exist.

Where I’m from,
people rolled their eyes
and sighed “It won’t last, you want to bet?”
but not to my face,
to my mother’s face, which is worse
because I’d have said something back
while she probably didn’t
only her fear’s ears wiggled.

Where I’m from,
I moved either to paradise on earth
and the mention of Tuscany
gets me a fierce piercing stare
with eyes half closed
full of unexpressed
accusation – “how dare you leave us, bitch?”
regret – “oh, how I would too if I could”,
envy – “why you of all people?”
longing – “it’s my dream place!”
waiting for the invitation,

or rational thoughts prevail:
“You moved to God’s behind.
There is nothing there.
The only part of Italy without highway.
You live in the middle of nowhere.”
Yes, I and flamingos, dad.
We know what’s good for us.

So I arrived
and didn’t return.
It is as April now as it was then,
six years ago this Sunday.
I didn’t wear socks till November.

And now to the doors because it’s Thursday. Here is a look at Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, my city of origin.

Down Čopova street.

Above I may say that I didn’t return but I mean for good. I do come on regular visits and the doors below are from two such visits, one last summer, the other last October.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

and for Day 11 of NaPoWriMo

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46 Comments

    1. Heh, Equinoxio, there is indeed! I can see it clearly: The first year in Italy and the first trips yielded almost no door photos. But just before discovering the Thursday Doors challenge, I realised that I started taking more of them. Here is a fun post I did a few days before I found Thursday Doors. And I have kept posting them for four years!

      https://manjamaksimovic.wordpress.com/2015/04/29/4-windows-and-4-doors-images-of-lucca/

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    2. Equinoxio, I’ve only just now replied to your question on that Lucca door post (about Italy and Slovenia) but I’m not sure whether you have received the notification of that. Please have another look at the link I give below (or is it above?) to view my reply.

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    1. Hihih, Crystal, this comment just made me happier. I hope it’s only the good kind of creeping. 😀 Great news and looking forward to it! If you do the post on Friday or Saturday, you can link to Norm again. I’m sure Ireland is full of spectacular doors! And thank you for your words. ❤

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  1. Great collection from this place that you keep making more and more intriguing. I don’t know if I will ever get to visit your hometown but from everything I’ve seen I would certainly like to.

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  2. I long to visit both your city of origin and current place of residence. I totally get the bit about ‘the fierce piercing stare full of unexpressed accusation’, the look from those who choose to remain rather than evolve. I no longer live in my city of origin or my official city of residence. I have expended to become a citizen of the world with the wind is my flag. There is magic in every moment. Hugs

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    1. Ohh, Lisa, I can tell that you know it, and worse… But this is all on them to worry about, the unevolved. You are a citizen of the world and of the seas and it’s the best way to be. ❤ There is also magic in not knowing what the future holds. Longing brings you places, and you know that. 🙂 All my homes are open to you!

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