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    dots Submission Name: revelationdots

    Author: nansofast
    Elite Ratio:    5.7 - 2351/2103/268
    Words: 102
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       inspired by Sallycat

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    my sister said that poems
    are like self-portraits

    lucid, like crystal at times
    stained glass for the trained eye
    to remove the colors
    and examine each one
    as returning light unfolds
    the mosaic designed

    Einstein remarked
    that a telescope powerful enough
    would show you the back of your head
    the universe, shaped like an egg
    sends the image
    curving, curling until it's nearly
    back home

    rhymes can send a gleam
    into the stars
    reflecting visions of a naked heart
    tell you stories
    you did not know

    you discover that every view
    is different

    Submitted on 2011-06-19 10:38:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      this is an amazing piece, Nan! i love it! i especially i like how you make the analogy of a poem and oneself. every poem we write is certainly a piece of us, yes. i really dig the Einstein metaphor as well...

    overall, great job.

    | Posted on 2012-01-03 00:00:00 | by rev.jpfadeproof | [ Reply to This ]
      Yes, the poems often go where we cannot except for a glimpse from time to time. Sometimes I reflect on my own and must feel that this came from somewhere... but I don't remember at all where I was when it happened. Was it further in or further out? I'll probably never know but your work reminds me of much. Happy thoughts!
    | Posted on 2011-07-05 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      and another thing i like about this piece..


    yes poems are that...and we are all different in our voices...and i wish more poets would understand that...

    we often try to make other poets write like we do...like there is a certain way it should be done...but that is not true...
    voices vary, styles vary...and the audiences vary as well...
    i think we need to judge each poem as individual and each poet the same way...

    we are not clones and don't want to be...

    there is personality to individuality....

    | Posted on 2011-07-02 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      This makes me think of how poems are not merely self-portraits, but that if you take all the poems a poet writes in his or her lifetime, each one is like a single tile, and when put together with all the others, forms a mosaic of the life of the poet.

    A nice write...quite thought-provoking indeed.
    | Posted on 2011-06-26 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ]
      we watched as the twisted telescope of rhyme
    focused on the metric steps that measured time
    slower than a supernova's lumbering gait
    subtler than an unborn star's faraway fate
    | Posted on 2011-06-19 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      I sighed as a read your lovely piece. It was an exhalation of fullfillment. I was commenting to Asiaticfox that I saw a show about Vincent Vangough once that made me sob for both joy and sadness. Your poem awakens, in me, stirrings of this feeling. I believe wholeheartedly that to read [good] poetry is to see into a kindred soul. Often, I find that when I look up at the stars I wonder if they sing. I wonder if the heavens weave a glorious symphony of expressions of their millions of years of existence. I watch the trees toss against a slate sky before a summer storm and I see everything about the universe at once. I'm rambling, I apologize.

    This was simply lovely and I enjoyed it immensely.
    | Posted on 2011-06-19 00:00:00 | by clovernfoxglove | [ Reply to This ]
      i like the "lucid" part of this...yes, poems are like that...self-portraits...and often we write them long after we are done posing...long after an event has happened..because then we are lucid enough to capture the moment with clarity...
    at the time it happened, perhaps everything is too muddled and we would end up writing something unintentionally so abstract, no one could relate to it.

    this goes back and forth nicely between science and art...the idea of telescopes, seeing the back of our heads, literally...when figuratively poems show the back of our minds...the subconscious...

    this is cool, Nancy...

    a clever, tightly knit write.

    | Posted on 2011-06-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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