Clockwise revolving mirrors
Counter clockwise tinted perspex
Conspire with radiant white light
Constantly changing the room with
Colourful pastel hues.
A woman alone with her shadow
Attention abstracted
Agile fingers
Answering in abbreviations
Almost oblivious to passing rainbows.
Framed by a fleeting shutter
Fixed as a pixelated muse
You and your patient shadow
Forever part of this artist’s imagination.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to Carole21, who has taught me so much about the art of writing poems.
I'm here to learn, you are all poets so I respect your criticism.
Comments
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I loved this poem ...
because of its poetic demonstration of how passion is the entirety of senses.

Stunning photo. Did you take it?
Myra

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Yes I took the photo in the Museum of Modern Art in NYC. It was only when I got home that I realised the poetry in it.
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strong write. esp. the ending.


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You have a very unique and wonderful style. I enjoyed the smattering of alliteration and the depth of your thoughts.
Love,
Amera♥


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Do you like vampires?
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I enjoyed you poem very much. Beautifully done.
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I found this poem truly endearing, what a way to compliment another person. I also enjoyed the line
"Almost oblivious to passing rainbows."
The imagery in this piece is outstanding, truly. Well done and I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing,
Rodwen


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nice
what a sweet compliment . . liked "Almost oblivious to passing rainbows" and "You and your patient shadow Forever part of this artist's imagination" . . thanks so much . . !!

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a great picture and a perfect poem below it...Your friend has taught you well
Love, lane


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Interesting format, almost a pleiades chain! I like the journey I am on in this read. Especially the final four lines, where it seals the woman in time so wonderfully. Very nicely done!


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As I’m in a RedAquarius sort of mood, I must stop by here and thank you for your kind comments.
This is the first poem where I’ve moved away from straight narrative and I enjoyed it.
Writing poetry has opened rooms within my consciousness that I never knew existed.
Life is good,
Love, Peter
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