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The following poem was prompted by James Rainsford‘s picture, Reflections. It is part of dVerse Poets Pub. Enjoy, and please don’t hesitate to visit James’s website and the other poets present at the pub.

by James Rainsford

Reflections again

This time I didn’t see my reflection
lost in thoughts
as I was
tracing back V-shaped steps
-victory or loss-
pacing back grieving laps
-will or sallow-
I was inclined to weep.

That time I didn’t see my reflection either
in fact
lost in time
as I was
gazing back at juts of mist
-water or misery-
racing back at an impression
-your eyes not mine-
I found you and lost me.

Two reflections that I didn’t see
Two straight poles that I couldn’t stand
between
half-fallen as I was
already half-part of the
pondering world.

With a different year in mind goes Darren Hayes’s song, a year I wasn’t even born. But in 1999, I was, and let me dive back into this year, the one that followed the year the best music was released (according to me). Let me recall the musical times I had back then.

(This poem was prompted by dVerse Poets Pub – thanks to Shawna.)

Stained with bubble gum landscapes
tying friends together like dolphins on a chain
we carried on dancing like we had nothing else but
the same music over and under and in

side by side
hand on hand
studying hyperballad phonetics
under our newly coffee-stained breath

stained
was our word full of promises
I could never blow balloons but I tried hard I swear
I sweat
at the thought of pink sticky matter exploding on me

and keeping me from understanding
Koi
Eifersucht
Karma
from holding back the years
yet

« What kind of monster would I be able to release? »
I rushed as music found a circular space
in our already hardened mind.

Bursting as birches do
I am left on my own
Moss
Out of town
Most of my life has just passed away in a bonfire

Blurrying as blushes do
I am staying here in the mess of woods
I’ll build myself a house out of
Myself
A sky so blown
As a rooftop under which I’ll carry on
Picture after picture

I guess I’ll just pour myself some tea
Under leaves and heaps
Over lush
Let me disappear in between
Branches
Let me connect until I liquefy into mud

Dust
Spread on a bark with a brush

Ash
Blent in with moist



(Reena’s whole article here)

This poem has been prompted by Reena Walkling’s picture – thanks to dVerse Poets Pub and their prompt of today.