Thursday Doors, 25/4/19 & Day 25: Five-sense doors of Bernardin

I’m not sure if the prompt-givers are aware of it, but last year almost to the day they asked for a five-sense poem as well. Last year sister provided just the door for it. Let’s continue from there.

It was Thursday too because I posted the photo below, sent by my sister, for Thursday Doors. Dan commented that he couldn’t believe that I was posting only one door that week but he understood when he saw it. It stands alone.

Photo: Klu

First, let me repeat last year’s poem, written to this photo. I vowed to visit this place above Bernardin on the Slovenian coast myself as soon as possible, not so much to take my own photo but just to see it with my own eyes.

To read my poem for today you will have to bear through two attempts to locate this door.

(repeat from last year)

You gave me the door,
I return you the house.
Same time next year
it’s yours and I visit.

The door is the same, I see.
The way in must be around.
I’ll follow my senses.
No, the other way.

The passing impulse is
to touch the roots.
They are real,
just as I’ve thought.

The scent is next:
faraway spices, Asian feast.
Taste buds alert,
warming up for later.

Yellow dusts and brown mixtures
vegetables, sea fruits,
spaghetti of five treasures,
how Italians never do it.

The sound is the last to reach me.
Johnny Cash
doing his thing with the throat.
Either that or Vasja is here yet.

To explain this last: Vasja, our rock star friend, has a beautiful voice and one time I was climbing the stairs to my sister’s apartment marvelling at Johnny Cash sounds drifting through the door and when she opened it, it was Vasja singing rather than Johnny.

But back to the door. I meant it: I went to search for it in July on my first day back in Piran. It takes a lovely stroll by the sea to reach Hotel Laguna in Bernardin. Just climb the stairs from there, sister had said.

I had to contact my sister and admit my failure to find the gate. She equipped me with more micro-location info and off I went one week later to give it another try.

I will let sister have the last word, I mean image. By November I pretty much forgot this episode and then she sends me this trio:

Last three photos by Klu.

And now finally, today’s poem. Thank you for reaching this part.

Challenge 25: “Write a poem that:

  • Is specific to a season
  • Uses imagery that relates to all five senses
  • Includes a rhetorical question.” (You will note that I almost forgot about this bit.)
Is this neat or what? 

Heightened senses:
a summer spying game is on.
I turn into a panting, drooling, sniffing
dog. It goes up. My mind tries to
align reality with expectations,
my body follows.
is a
a sunset
for all.
I lick the salt
from the glass,
the dog laps at his water, the waves lap
at the beach, sunset colours surround us
and I believe in this summer.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

and for Day 25 of NaPoWriMo



    1. Thank you, Charlotte. I could find some info online, I suppose, but it’s probably a sad tale of financial machinations gone wrong. Slovenian coast is not much longer than 40 km, and yet it’s not used as it could be.

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  1. I remember that door very well. It was creepy and fascinating at the same time. With the green covering the vines, it would be so easy to miss it, but you were determined to find it!! Well done 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Joanne. 🙂 Stubborn take you places. 😉 I notice that in the last year’s poem I used ‘roots’ instead of ‘vines’, because at first I thought those were roots. Interesting that you find it creepy. I don’t feel that at all.


  2. That door and poem from last year are both so dramatic. The gate looks quite eerie actually but the yellow house behind seems so inviting. I’m further calmed by your fragrant words recalling scents from far way places and think about finding a way to enter. Johnny Cash (or Vasja) only deepens my curiosity and desire.

    Fast forward to this year and to your whimsical poem and you’ve got me anticipating the arrival of summer with great pleasure!

    I think your 5-sense poems are fantastic. I’d like to employ all five senses more in my writing and you’ve inspired me.

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    1. Ahh, how nice, Lisa. 🙂 I’m glad to hear all you’ve got to say. Eerie, really? To me it doesn’t say that at all. Great to hear that my descriptions took you with them, and that my new poem made you desire summer. I must say that I dread it quite a bit. The heat and I don’t go together well at all. Also I must admit that I don’t think about employing my senses unless I’m so kindly prompted as I was today. 🙂 For sure it’s a great idea. Thank you so much for this comment. And happy summer once it gets there – or you get to it.

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      1. Totally get your ‘dread’ of summer. I am not a hot weather person either. I totally suffer in the tropics and long to sail in the far north. The Captain isn’t keen on anywhere above/below 23.5 degrees N/S. As I try to develop my writing voice, I have a list of ‘thought joggers’ and added ‘5 senses’ so I never forget this one.

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      2. Great to hear this last. 🙂 Greetings from Rome when I’m surrounded by my own captain of sorts and his father. And I know you know how that may be. I could do with a woman friend. And then the dog is male too.

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    1. Thank you, Claudia! 🙂 Slovenian coast is really short – not much over 40 km – and we don’t have many hotels like this one. Just the idea of parking your boat like this and then going to your room sounds incredibly lavish and fancy to me. I’d love to visit the hotels you’ve been to.


      1. This style was very common in the 1950 1960 1970 era- you can see them all over the coast. Inland they don’t tend to have balconies and newer buildings are bland. Many motels of my childhood also had exterior walkways rather than an interior hallway. This way you could pull up the car almost to the door and unload the kids and suitcases. Near where I live Wildwood NJ has many vintage motels and it’s a tourist draw. I loved staying in motels when I was young, it was exotic.

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  3. You came full circle in both your walk and your post. I’d say the drink at the end was well-deserved and much-appreciated and you managed to find a lot of interesting things along the way. That villa really is a bit sad but what a place it must be when in use!!


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    1. Thank you, Janet, I appreciate knowing this post was navigable. 🙂 I was afraid that it was too meandering. I think we all deserved that drink. This villa seems to be out of use since forever. I hope something changes soon.

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  4. I remember this gate! Truly remarkable! Lovely to see it covered in green this time. And lots of good reflections in the doors. I particularly like the red door with a tree in its reflection and the ghost door beside it

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  5. Yes I remember this one too. Congrats on having the persistence to keep looking when it didn’t seem to want to be found again.
    I love the shot of the reflection of the church tower and the lonesome villa in such an idyllic location.
    Great post 🙂

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  6. Charming! Glass door, Gelato shop, and oh, oh, oh the door through a door! Fabulous shot! I love the last door by Klu, too — the garden gate. It’s strangely familiar tho, which is odd.

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    1. Hihi, Joey, you might find it familiar because the same gate is also on the first photo and on two photos in the middle of the gallery. It’s the point of this post, actually. 😉 And also – I posted it last year already! That’s where you saw it first! You are not losing it – it’s everywhere! 😀 😀

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