Glass with Memory
When I remember you
glass comes to mind,
but nothing so transparent
as an unclothed thought
or warmth trickling in
through the pipes or
under the haze of
the second night’s sheet,
no two alike except
in appearance, but under
the lamp’s unconscious glare
I find warmth spreading
across the hard surface,
telling me all is
not lost, that smoothness
persists beyond our reflection.
Intrigued by “under the haze of the second night’s sheet” … ???? While puzzling over that, I’m nodding and savoring “no two alike except in appearance”.
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I had something in mind when that line popped out, but it’s definitely open to interpretation. 😐
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This jumped out at me as Terrific. It describes how I felt when missing someone.
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Thanks very much, Kitty. Much appreciated!
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I will be duly wigging-out over the masterful way you’ve turned the “unclothed thought” (and all of its implications) on its ear with this piece. As I was long ago dubbed “die Goettin der Wahrheit” (goddess of truth) by my advisor in grad school, ostensibly in recognition of my unrivaled transparent nature, I have often pondered the extent to which the condition of being who and how I am promotes utility and/or dysfunction (notwithstanding the way people generally laud the desirability of plain-spokenness — but only until said fashionable trait no longer lives in the realm of the theoretical, but rather has now moved into their houses, turned on all the lights, and started redecorating).
There is definitely much to be said for leaving something to the imagination every now and then…
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Tho I try to keep my thoughts bundled and warm, they often insist upon disrobing…
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This is beautiful ! Lit up my evening x
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Ah, artificial light! 🙂
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Reblogged this on CRAIN'S COMMENTS and commented:
Lovely, and perfect for someone special.
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Thanks for reblogging, Vic!
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Remember when i told you i tried to write poems inspired by Chopin’s Nocturnes? This is sort of what i had in mind oddly enough.
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Hmm. I’m trying to make this all fit…
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Perhaps it is the repetition of warmth like softly pressed keys & the sheet of night image.
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Ah, I can see that. I was wondering if you’d meant the deliberate structure.
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No. I always thought a long line would be best but the spare use of punctuation has a similar effect to a longer line.
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It allows pause but doesn’t mandate full stops.
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It is a method i’ve started using a lot as it allows for clauses to carry over giving an interesting ambiguity & urging the reader to read cautiously. More fluidity too. You use it to great effect.
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LOVE it
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Thanks very much!
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Love this
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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unclothed thought is reminding one to be transparent in everything in life from love to hate . very good .
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Thank you, Brij.
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you are very much appreciated
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“…nothing so transparent as an unclothed thought”
This line dropped me right into the depths of the poem. Pure vulnerability.
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Thanks, Carolin.
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Creative and glittering thoughts. 🙂
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Thank you, Sheetal. Much appreciated.
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great
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Thank you!
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Love your descriptions and details!
Dwight
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Thanks, Dwight!
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Yeah, man! (Bowing to the guru)
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Ah, you are bowing to the mirror!
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Are you saying that even a flat two-dimensional version of myself with only the illusion of depth is smarter than me? Hmmm…you are on to something there…
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Hey, I think I resemble that remark!
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