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| Not to be Reproduced, 1937, René Magritte |
receded across nothingness
that hidden wound stirred in mind
like abrasive sand in jar of time
forgotten moments
I bury those under a tree
no reflection can compare with this
energy particles collect within the mirror
you must hurry to follow it
before it recedes and congeals in a heap
"that book you see
I had lost it aeon ago
only to find on the other side of a mirror"
16 comments:
The Magritte works well with this one.
Great write on this prompt!
yesterday disguised as you
receded across nothingness
Great mind-blowing concept in these two lines! :)
Wow, great interpretation of the image - especially the book found on the other side of the mirror. Cleverly done.
I really like this!
great poem, worked very well with the picture.
Your poem with this picture brings to mind the painting Frida did when she cut her hair with scissors. She was wearing a male suit of clothes. I liked the association in my mind. Well done.
When I look in the mirror the image is not the person I know to be me exactly as Magritte painted. Our faces are but a disguise for the person within.
(p.s. I have to agree with you about the spam. Most of mine come from Russia!)
What a concept! There's a story in there. :)
Oh those yesterdays....a lovely depth to this nicely written.
Nice take on the prompt. Great ending, too.
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What is on the other side of the mirror? Old memories and forgotten things? Or maybe an image we don't recognize. I enjoyed your poem and the thoughts it provokes.
I love the lines "...forgotten moments / buried under a tree." Beautiful!
Interesting stuff - I can feel you finding your way to somewhere special... With Best Wishes Scott
www,scotthastie.com
yesterday disguised as you
Loved that first line. Drew me right in.
I agree with many of the comments that first line just blew me away oh how I wished my own words were so brilliant!
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