Mirrors, Reflection or Refractio
Any reason I can't finish my title?64 total reviews
Comment from Bicpen
Excellent. A creational vision whereby the yesterdays are the image of life portrayed by the covering that is the pure shroud of classic white snow that floors us with great regret but can also uplift us if our yesterday is with a sudden breeze upwards. Here in the puzzle of this piece the moment of madness or the plague of love is set as the trigger which brings instant seizure and incontinent behaviour.
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
Excellent. A creational vision whereby the yesterdays are the image of life portrayed by the covering that is the pure shroud of classic white snow that floors us with great regret but can also uplift us if our yesterday is with a sudden breeze upwards. Here in the puzzle of this piece the moment of madness or the plague of love is set as the trigger which brings instant seizure and incontinent behaviour.
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Thank you.
Comment from James Upshaw
This is a spectacular poem. I love the imagery describing the past as scattered pieces of what you used to be. I keep re-reading it trying to glean more meaning from it. I love how it keeps the reader coming back. Great work!
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
This is a spectacular poem. I love the imagery describing the past as scattered pieces of what you used to be. I keep re-reading it trying to glean more meaning from it. I love how it keeps the reader coming back. Great work!
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
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Thank you, James.
Comment from Boogienights
I love this, although it mixed me sad. There is nothing so sad as love gone wrong. Something feels missing, incomplete. I love the imagery this poem creates, a picture in the mind. The way you formatted it is perfect, as is the image you paired it with. Thanks for sharing.
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
I love this, although it mixed me sad. There is nothing so sad as love gone wrong. Something feels missing, incomplete. I love the imagery this poem creates, a picture in the mind. The way you formatted it is perfect, as is the image you paired it with. Thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
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Thank you very much.
Comment from Jeffrey L. Michaux
It's amazing the parts of us due to life's sometimes unpleasant experiences get discarded. We sincerely thought that it was who we are. Perhaps it was. We're also good at figuring things out, but not keeping or holding anything together. The snow will also dissipate and you will still have to address who you really are. I hope that I'm getting some of the meaning of what you've expressed here. You've shared some beautiful and powerful messages here in this thought provoking offering. I've enjoyed reading this. Great job and well done!
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
It's amazing the parts of us due to life's sometimes unpleasant experiences get discarded. We sincerely thought that it was who we are. Perhaps it was. We're also good at figuring things out, but not keeping or holding anything together. The snow will also dissipate and you will still have to address who you really are. I hope that I'm getting some of the meaning of what you've expressed here. You've shared some beautiful and powerful messages here in this thought provoking offering. I've enjoyed reading this. Great job and well done!
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
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Thank you for reading me. Doug
Comment from mrsmajor
Throughout my young years, I put together, by selecting my wants, likes and dislikes, to match a person I wanted to b, its only now, at 84 years of age, that I can really say, I know Victoria, but it was an interesting journey reaching a time in my life, when I could say that...Interesting piece, it made me think...hard...Thanks for sharing...
Warmly,
Victoria
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
Throughout my young years, I put together, by selecting my wants, likes and dislikes, to match a person I wanted to b, its only now, at 84 years of age, that I can really say, I know Victoria, but it was an interesting journey reaching a time in my life, when I could say that...Interesting piece, it made me think...hard...Thanks for sharing...
Warmly,
Victoria
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 22-Apr-2019
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Thank you, Victoria. (my daughter's name) lol I think I told you before, but oh well. Doug
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You're quite welcome, Victor, (my fathers' name)..seems we have something in common...lol
Comment from royowen
I was talking with a friend the other day, wondering what "it" was all about, and discovered that we all think we understand ourselves that what we see in the mirror is not actually us, but I fear that I might find out. Well done, an excellent free verse, blessings, Roy
reply by the author on 27-Apr-2019
I was talking with a friend the other day, wondering what "it" was all about, and discovered that we all think we understand ourselves that what we see in the mirror is not actually us, but I fear that I might find out. Well done, an excellent free verse, blessings, Roy
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 27-Apr-2019
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Thank you, Roy.
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Most welcome
Comment from Miss Cookie Atkinson
Wow!
The artwork you chose to go with your poems and picture capture my attention those words you wrote
are a perfect match
This is what I calla food for thought poem
Thank you for sharing
Cookie
reply by the author on 10-May-2019
Wow!
The artwork you chose to go with your poems and picture capture my attention those words you wrote
are a perfect match
This is what I calla food for thought poem
Thank you for sharing
Cookie
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 10-May-2019
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Thank you very much.
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your very w2elcome
Comment from Katie Mae Dead
Love this poet.
I love the rambling, the free- association style of this piece. (Freud would have loved you on his couch lol).
"There.. they lay,
my yesterdays" has the quality of a Beatle's song. ð???
Love the next stanza's layout. The 3 words, each being emphasized. I can actually hear this being said out loud.
The touch of rhyme in "not so much with glue...or you" it appears you a talking to someone here and is a brilliant shift of thought once again.
Then you do another great shift of thought in "Snow comes down so politely..."
Love the way you expressed this using "politely" to describe the falling snow at that moment in your poem.
I feel a sense of relief here as it seems to me the poet is tired of self- portraits
You have really captured the essence of the poet's state of mind here. I Really enjoyed this read!
Sincerely,
Luv&stuff
reply by the author on 10-May-2019
Love this poet.
I love the rambling, the free- association style of this piece. (Freud would have loved you on his couch lol).
"There.. they lay,
my yesterdays" has the quality of a Beatle's song. ð???
Love the next stanza's layout. The 3 words, each being emphasized. I can actually hear this being said out loud.
The touch of rhyme in "not so much with glue...or you" it appears you a talking to someone here and is a brilliant shift of thought once again.
Then you do another great shift of thought in "Snow comes down so politely..."
Love the way you expressed this using "politely" to describe the falling snow at that moment in your poem.
I feel a sense of relief here as it seems to me the poet is tired of self- portraits
You have really captured the essence of the poet's state of mind here. I Really enjoyed this read!
Sincerely,
Luv&stuff
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 10-May-2019
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Thank you. Really, a wonderful review to receive.
Comment from estory
Loved this fragmented format, the tight meter, almost like gasping for breath, and the poignant imagery of a shattered past in these fragments of pieces of moments. In the end, you can't come up with a portrait, a complete picture, and we are left with a puzzle pieces of colors and contours. Nice use of the alliteration too to add to the echoing effects. I love how this starts and finishes. estory
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
Loved this fragmented format, the tight meter, almost like gasping for breath, and the poignant imagery of a shattered past in these fragments of pieces of moments. In the end, you can't come up with a portrait, a complete picture, and we are left with a puzzle pieces of colors and contours. Nice use of the alliteration too to add to the echoing effects. I love how this starts and finishes. estory
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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You know I just love your reviews. Thank you.
Comment from dragonpoet
This is a nicely written philosophical poem about putting yourself back together after loss and grief or just as you change and get stronger as you grow older.
Keep writing
Joan
reply by the author on 17-Jun-2019
This is a nicely written philosophical poem about putting yourself back together after loss and grief or just as you change and get stronger as you grow older.
Keep writing
Joan
Comment Written 15-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 17-Jun-2019
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Thank you, Joan.
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You're welcome, Victor.
Joan