Mirrors, Reflection or Refractio
Any reason I can't finish my title?64 total reviews
Comment from jlsavell
Doug, I cannot award this for anything less than it is. This is a spectacular write of personal introspection and honesty. Its a beautiful work and there are so many unique and exemplary lines, it would be a job to list them all.
Please keep writing and keep in touch-really.
jimi
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Doug, I cannot award this for anything less than it is. This is a spectacular write of personal introspection and honesty. Its a beautiful work and there are so many unique and exemplary lines, it would be a job to list them all.
Please keep writing and keep in touch-really.
jimi
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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My goodness, Jimi. I am stunned. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, naturally. But, I am a humble being. Your, and others, embracing of this poem, my thoughts, my...opening of myself, has just overwhelmed me. I am not so used to people being real, and admitting we are basuically all alike. Same problems. Same fears. Why not just help one another?
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Doug,
I hope all of us are as real as real can get. Being transparent requires great courage and strength. I think you have always been transparent and I get the sense your heart is so big, you give and you worry about others more than what is reciprocated. Just my sense. Your parents would probably be very proud of you. I say 'would' for I do not know if they have passed. I think we are almost the same age and my parent have since passed.
Take care Doug, take care
Comment from Nanny 6
This is a wonderful piece of poetry. I love your style and the imagery you portray of an artist who, sometimes just doesn't seem to have it in him to do another painting , whether in life or on canvas. This one was worth reading several times to grasp the beauty of the poem.
Judy
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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This is a wonderful piece of poetry. I love your style and the imagery you portray of an artist who, sometimes just doesn't seem to have it in him to do another painting , whether in life or on canvas. This one was worth reading several times to grasp the beauty of the poem.
Judy
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Judy, such a beautiful response. I thank you. Really. Do I even need to say it? Yes. It is soo perfect, so all-consuming when someone resonates with you, or what you created.
Comment from karenina
I tried to type in your title and got as far as you did...maybe there's a limit on length? Odd... Your poem speaks to me of the times my self perception seemed shattered, scattered, unsalvageable. Even then, when I could cut myself on the shards of my pain, with hope melting quickly as snow on a summer's day, I found a way to rebuild myself...stronger, even, in those places where I felt broken. Emotional poem that touched my heart.---Karenina
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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I tried to type in your title and got as far as you did...maybe there's a limit on length? Odd... Your poem speaks to me of the times my self perception seemed shattered, scattered, unsalvageable. Even then, when I could cut myself on the shards of my pain, with hope melting quickly as snow on a summer's day, I found a way to rebuild myself...stronger, even, in those places where I felt broken. Emotional poem that touched my heart.---Karenina
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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You do understand. And...completely understood. Thank you. Doug
Comment from mancub
a wonderful poem, the depiction of ones self and life, often the portrait we paint is far from what one may see, I like your poem, has a nice feel and flow, this is expressed in a unique way and you have done well here, Thank you for sharing, Mancub
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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a wonderful poem, the depiction of ones self and life, often the portrait we paint is far from what one may see, I like your poem, has a nice feel and flow, this is expressed in a unique way and you have done well here, Thank you for sharing, Mancub
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Thank you.
Comment from esacony
"There they lay, my yesterdays."
To me the author describes a room either filled with un-recognized paintings or writings. No matter which, there is a lifetime of attempts to capture a dream that has now captured him.
"Colours, contours scattered, little pieces I thought we're me."
It is the soul that struggles to release itself into a world imagined and hungers for. Sometimes we find only a collection of ourselves facing us.
"Just another portrait found the floor."
The collection of selves become a mirror reflecting definitions of someone he once knew buried beneath a lifetime of work.
"I'm good at puzzles, not so much with glue..... or you."
To me the author is saying he is good at solving problems that have pieces that can be put together, but not good at making them stay in place..... or finding solutions involving another.
"Snow comes down so politely, covers me when I just can't paint another portrait."
This is a tremendous reference to match ones emotions with a gentle snowfall...... a distraction yet a symbol of a cold feeling extinguishing for the moment ones desire to paint.
I find this an intense expression highlighting a life of artistry which many times is overlooked. I can relate to the frustration yet the insistence that all will be well once spring melts away the snow that is falling. Great job.
Thank you.
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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"There they lay, my yesterdays."
To me the author describes a room either filled with un-recognized paintings or writings. No matter which, there is a lifetime of attempts to capture a dream that has now captured him.
"Colours, contours scattered, little pieces I thought we're me."
It is the soul that struggles to release itself into a world imagined and hungers for. Sometimes we find only a collection of ourselves facing us.
"Just another portrait found the floor."
The collection of selves become a mirror reflecting definitions of someone he once knew buried beneath a lifetime of work.
"I'm good at puzzles, not so much with glue..... or you."
To me the author is saying he is good at solving problems that have pieces that can be put together, but not good at making them stay in place..... or finding solutions involving another.
"Snow comes down so politely, covers me when I just can't paint another portrait."
This is a tremendous reference to match ones emotions with a gentle snowfall...... a distraction yet a symbol of a cold feeling extinguishing for the moment ones desire to paint.
I find this an intense expression highlighting a life of artistry which many times is overlooked. I can relate to the frustration yet the insistence that all will be well once spring melts away the snow that is falling. Great job.
Thank you.
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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One of the best reviews I have ever received. Period. Insightful, intelligent, ability to emulate, engage, imagine, live...all...without judgement. Amazing. Thank you. Douglas R. Colthurst
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You are very welcome Douglas. It is a very moving work.
esacony (Roy)
Comment from misscookie
Wow!
Your artwork blew my mid
Then I read your poem
You captured my attention from the first line to the last the artwork and you message left me in a spin just like the man in the picture
Thank you for sharing
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Wow!
Your artwork blew my mid
Then I read your poem
You captured my attention from the first line to the last the artwork and you message left me in a spin just like the man in the picture
Thank you for sharing
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Thank you for reading me.
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your very welcome It's been a while I messed up the computer again had to wait till my god daughter came by after church to fix it
Take care
Cookie
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
Of course our history is in all our faces, each line and wrinkle well earned and maps our face with life, I enjoyed your words Victor, your life is etched in your reflection, love Dolly x
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Of course our history is in all our faces, each line and wrinkle well earned and maps our face with life, I enjoyed your words Victor, your life is etched in your reflection, love Dolly x
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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How right you are. Thank you. Doug.
Comment from victor 66
Your poem has a very nice flow of words. I relate especially to the lines,
"I'm good at puzzles
Not so much
with glue...
or you"
I really have to step out of my comfort zone to meet someone new and get into a conversation. I have old friends but very few new ones. But that's ok, it works for me. Best wishes.
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Your poem has a very nice flow of words. I relate especially to the lines,
"I'm good at puzzles
Not so much
with glue...
or you"
I really have to step out of my comfort zone to meet someone new and get into a conversation. I have old friends but very few new ones. But that's ok, it works for me. Best wishes.
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Thank you.
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You're welcome.
Comment from dmt1967
This was well written but I don't think I understood it. I liked the picture and title and think they went very well with the poem. Thank you for sharing. Great poem.
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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This was well written but I don't think I understood it. I liked the picture and title and think they went very well with the poem. Thank you for sharing. Great poem.
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Thank you for reading.
Comment from Ross E Silke
This is a nice quiet reflective piece with good tones in emotion, and in colour. It's creative and flows smoothly. A pleasure to read. The picture works well too to accompany.
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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This is a nice quiet reflective piece with good tones in emotion, and in colour. It's creative and flows smoothly. A pleasure to read. The picture works well too to accompany.
Comment Written 16-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 18-Apr-2019
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Thank you, Ross.
