
Filled in story lines
in mismatched brick,
the past’s ghosted chapters—
once truth’s window frames,
turns silent.
This weathered door
without a handle
nor nom de plume
self –publishes an era’s
hidden novellas
on stone vellum.
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In response to Dan Antion‘s Thursday Doors Annual Writing Challenge

Amazing what you can do with a door theme. That is a great poem.
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Thank you Thomas, you are most kind. Have a lovely day!
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Have a lovely day you too
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Thank you Thomas.
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I love “self-publishes an era’s // hidden novellas” — so striking and layered. Suzette, that image planted itself right in my mind.
Much love,
David
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Oh, I am glad David. Thank you for your generous support. Shalom!
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So lovely and unique Suzette
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Thank you dear sister. I hope you have a wonderful evening. Peace.
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Thanks. We need prayers for peace with what’s happening between us and India.
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Yes, Amen may peace rule the hearts of those in power in both nations.
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Amen! We can’t afford a war, even a border skrimish takes a toll.
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Yes, I understand dear friend. Things between our neighbors are not as they were before here, either.
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Yes, that’s true. Mad men running governments – always a very bad idea
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Sigh…!
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😳
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Lovely Suzette, a wonderful poem!
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Thanks Carol Anne. Blessings and peace to you. Sending hugs and much love.
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Lovely and a bit complicated, Suzette, kind of like the building itself. I love how you captured and gave meaning to the little details. Very well done.
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Thanks Dan for a great photo. I like the brick work and the door’s unique vibes. Have a good one!
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Also, addentum to my last comment above.
Thanks Dan for the great and inspiring photo. I enjoyed the process of trying to tell the door’s story in a poem of sorts.
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I am always amazed by how a complex story can be told in poetry.
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Me too, Dan. So amazing.
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This ekphrastic piece is simply extraordinary. Each line chiseled with care, as though the poet is translating weathered architecture into verse. The imagery is haunting and precise: “stone vellum” absolutely took my breath away. What an original and evocative metaphor—it transforms the structure itself into a manuscript, holding stories long imprinted, waiting to be read with the third eye of imagination.
The door without a handle, the ghosted chapters in mismatched brick—each detail invites us into a space where history and silence collaborate. The poem doesn’t just describe—it listens, and calls us to listen too. To lean in. To feel the narrative pressing up from beneath the surface. These “hidden novellas” ask us to become their interpreters, their co-dreamers.
It’s a stunning meditation on memory, form, and the sacred act of seeing.
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I love your idea of ‘chiseled care”…brilliant imagery in your excellent insightful perusal of the verse. You are most generous with your humbling appreciation, I am deeply grateful.
History can tell us many things but only by the artifact (or the lack thereof) in a particular context. Your insight into the “voice” of the house, whispering from its gable…I have stories to tell to those who have eyes to see and ears to hear.
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Absolutely Poet, I am in total agreement. And you know what some will have eyes or ears too see or hear and that is fine. Fact, there are a myriad of stories to tell.
Thank you, your work is a blessing to me.
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Yes indeed, and you are right, many stories to tell in each home, house and hearth. Amen.
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Amen.
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You craft each line with such care. This is marvelous.
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Thank you so much Violet for your generous words. Bless you!
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A fitting poem.
Lots of ancient buildings around my way have bricked up windows due to the Window Tax back in the 1800’s.
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Well spotted and noted Keith you are right the “Property/WindowTax” of that period was not a welcomed measure.
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I love how your poem brought out so many details that I didn’t see, such as a lack of door handle or mismatched brick. It does look prime for ghost stories. Maggie
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Glad you enjoyed the poem, Maggie. Yes, this door and house would be a great setting for some pretty interesting stories.
Safe travels,always!
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Lovely depiction, Suzette! Your imagination knows no bounds. Last three lines are truly superb and eye catching.
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Thank you Kaushal.
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My pleasure, Suzette!
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Wonderful piece, Suzette! 👏
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Palimpsest in brick!
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Yes! “palimpsest” is the perfect descriptor! Thank you Ana. Blessings to you. Have a wonderful day.
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“the past’s ghosted chapters”–an excellent description. (K)
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So glad that line resonates well, Kerfe. Thank you. Blessings to you.
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Very nice, Suzette
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Thank you Robbie. Blesssings to you. Peace!
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“Self-publishes on stone vellum” — wonderful word capture! I’m sure you’re right about the era’s novella, and wouldn’t we love to read it! Handle as nom-de-plume. This is touching and clever all at once. Very nice indeed!
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Thank you Maureen for your wonderful comment. I am glad you enjoyed the attempt at a poetic gaze at this intriguing facade. Many blessings to you.
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Wow! Truly magnificent, Suzette. Amazing as always.💕
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Thank you, Grace!
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My pleasure 💕
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Oh my goodness. That’s so evocative, Suzette. Well done. Hugs.
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Thank you, Teagan. I like your descriptor very much…”evocative.” You are most kind. Much appreciated.
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