JoelJosol Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 is cycles of fragments, reflected like mirrors of clouds, water over water pushing forward towards water, lost in a crowd of aggregation, thousand details and choices to look for. No wonder, the breeze keeps pushing away the present picture, like clouds that never settle in one place. They group and re-group like false memory whose pieces are from different puzzles. In the end, they get recorded like Egyptian history. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 And the hyroglyphs tell their story pictorially like your diary but in words. Exercises the mind Joel. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 No wonder, the breeze keeps pushing away the present picture, like clouds that never settle in one place. Joel wonderful expressions, wonderful. I loved the quoted part of your poem. It gives original imagery and very clever written. Ending part is amazing, and gives even deeper sense of the poem. I'm happy when I read poem like this one. Thank you for sharing. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 I also like the part that Alek mentioned. In addition to that, I feel that your Egyptian history simile adds an air of vanity. As is the case with the pyramids being recognized as the marvels of architecture that they are, the diary entries are recorded. Yet, like the pyramids, they also seem to ask, "What was it all worth?" Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 Hello JoelJosol, I like how the hectic fullness of the diary hints at an underlying niggling sense of emptiness. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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