Wednesday, September 25, 2019

framed



the characteristics of my shadow
can be framed and thought
no structure or reform in this dwelling place
i (alone) can sit here fixed
upon layers of green
         why? blue sky so subtle
         cottoned, combed white

(i) could leave this framed world
only to be lonely,
transparent - so lost on a prismatic stage
of character...

this world preferred
thoughtless but those my very own
emptied and purged
that god (alone) make himself so willingly known
in the freeing of a tear
as (i) gaze
          upon his face


bkmackenzie 2019
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photo a gift of presence

13 comments:

  1. Such a cleverly constructed poem - insightful and touching

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  2. An askant willowy thought moves under and behind these lines, the fleeting shadow of -- what? -- that we are / were here where God is / was. What is present is framed, is it not? Like a poem, like heartbeats, though the mind moves in and out of shadows ...

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  3. You really have me thinking about the shadow that is not matter but real and my own reflection.

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  4. Deep one. I get a sense of shadowwork...acknowledging the light and dark.

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  5. I love the description of the blue sky, subtle, cotton, combed white. Wow!

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  6. I often wonder how much the darkness inside of a person can be seen on bright summer day.

    Excellent writing that I read several times.

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  7. Wow, so much depth in the arches of light and shadow!
    Wonderful write~

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  8. Fascinating construction which moves beautifully.

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