Sunday, 24 March 2013

parallel universe

Not to be Reproduced, 1937, René Magritte
yesterday disguised as you
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"

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16 comments:

  1. Stan Ski24 March 2013 at 11:48

    The Magritte works well with this one.

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  2. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger24 March 2013 at 11:55

    Great write on this prompt!

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  3. Jinksy24 March 2013 at 12:29

    yesterday disguised as you
    receded across nothingness

    Great mind-blowing concept in these two lines! :)

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky24 March 2013 at 12:43

    Wow, great interpretation of the image - especially the book found on the other side of the mirror. Cleverly done.

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  5. McGuffy Ann24 March 2013 at 12:51

    I really like this!

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  6. Kimolisa24 March 2013 at 13:30

    great poem, worked very well with the picture.

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  7. Sabra Bowers24 March 2013 at 15:54

    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.

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  8. oldegg24 March 2013 at 22:33

    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!)

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  9. Vaishali Jain25 March 2013 at 05:56

    What a concept! There's a story in there. :)

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  10. Karen S.26 March 2013 at 07:33

    Oh those yesterdays....a lovely depth to this nicely written.

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  11. Sue26 March 2013 at 09:28

    Nice take on the prompt. Great ending, too.

    =)

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  12. Loch Rob26 March 2013 at 13:42

    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.

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  13. emmett wheatfall27 March 2013 at 09:09

    I love the lines "...forgotten moments / buried under a tree." Beautiful!

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  14. scotthastiepoet27 March 2013 at 13:23


    Interesting stuff - I can feel you finding your way to somewhere special... With Best Wishes Scott
    www,scotthastie.com

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  15. Bone29 March 2013 at 21:55

    yesterday disguised as you

    Loved that first line. Drew me right in.

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  16. mindlovemisery31 March 2013 at 07:50

    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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