Friday, October 4, 2013

A Young Man Photographing His Father



A dream mirrored in 
A mirror dreamt
Trains itself, flowers open.
Dark unmeasured
Mind extends its tendril
Into time and night
Turns into day.
Am I smaller or 
Farther away or more
Or all three in a garden we
Dreamed a future for?

6 comments:

  1. 'Dark unmeasured mind' is a beautiful description that I can't wrap my mind around...I've repeated it so much to myself that I'm pretty sure it's imprinted forever.

    Every poem you post seems to top the one before, it's amazing.

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  2. That is a nice photo of your son and you!

    *Or all three in a garden we
    Dreamed a future for?*
    Loved that ending to your poem.

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  3. "A dream mirrored in a mirror dreamt"- - those opening lines really grab me.
    A wonderful photo.

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  4. Larger, actually. Eye and angle deceive. Spirit knows.

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  5. You always catch me by the heart and brain with your words. I don't breathe until the last word.

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  6. Hey Geo! This is great, and made me think a little too much. Still, thank you =) Indigo

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