In an otherwise empty building,
One lighted window.
Pot plants, and maybe someone standing
Beyond the curtain.
I can see buildings in the moonlit water,
A lake behind trees,
A tree behind glass,
Glass behind me,
A picture of myself.
My bardic table
Reflected on itself.
If I see four truths in one picture,
How many could there be?
Thank you Candice, J.D and Ghazala for your comments. It always brings me back to the moment that it was written and the contemplation of 'noticing how much we do not notice' and for me it becomes a reminder to accept that there is more out there than we think we know. And somehow I find that comforting rather than scary. But I didn't know if others would respond to the poem similarly.
Beautifully expressed!!?
I love this, keeps me thinking, I am trying to better see what you see.
I also thought of when you hold a mirror up to a mirror, how long does the reflection go on ???
Love this, Aviva. Leaves your reader thinking.
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Fri 4th Dec 2020 17:42
Thank you Paul for your comment and the apropos quotation. The subjects you raise (truth, autonomy vs restriction, conformity to ourselves or to others, perceptions of normalcy) are all very important to me too.
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