involution
written from somewhere inside
a fantasy
or mystery
but who holds the pen
and those words echoing
across a sea of static
unheard
and yet so well-known
who speaks them
there
in a murky wilderness
without rhyme or reason
unbeknownst to anyone
he walked by
snapping a photograph
he caught … the narcissist
reflecting upon his soul
preening in dark waters …
mysterious are the words written
this bright spring morning.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Very powerful and thought provoking Georgia. Excellent response to that image, so well done.
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Thanks so much Michael … I’m glad you liked the write.
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There is a wonderful flow to this piece – and the ideas floating around, the observer (penning these thoughts as witness) – watching a scene unfold and play out – with a curiosity that questions the reasons behind the acts of creation, it so delicious. It’s like you have written a piece as a third-party witness who has stepped into this surreal frame – delightful. And oh, how delightful a conclusion or summation:
he caught … the narcissist
reflecting upon his soul
preening in dark waters …
Love the metaphor, imagery and allegory.
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Thanks ever so much Pat … I’m doing exercises to get back into the swing of writing … that was definitely an intriguing photograph!
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It’s good to stretch wings and take flight – shakes up the cobwebs and helps us grow …. 🙂
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preening in dark waters … love that phrase and love how you were inspired by this photo.
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It is really an inspiring bit of photography isn’t it!
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