The Glass Image

~ The Glass Image ~

 

 

Shards of glass and unique semblances,

that glisten within my image,

which we built, from scratch-

that gave us only truth and light,

that your reflection was like-

an iced archaic shard,

which I held up to my breast.

 

I walked through the vinyl and sweet gum,

the Tiger Lily opened its thick axils,

the various, thick juices of the natural flesh,

and all these interesting, refreshed,

portrayals-

natural wisps of peace, of gold décor,

that shined beneath the sun's

lovely exterior cresting,

over my lawn,

a molten image,

glowing like Kinkade's rose hues,

took my breath away .

 

In spite of nature,

I only carried in my heart one shard,

of glass for my eyesight,

and ignored the other vistas,

of the natural scene.

 

I wanted to see your image,

in my mind,

through a crystalline glass box,

because together we lived,

in a land without mimosas,

never relying on the outside walls,

of nature's own hirees-

to secure our contentment

 and encompassing completeness-

 

Now the crystal I remember,

through days of yore,

 beautiful as our pure trust,

the box of crystal that I hold,

to lay upon my breast,

I love and hold, for death,

a memory encased in glass,

a piece of an idea that shined-

 

that speaks like our own gleaming,

image of paint that we used,

which no one recognized,

through the glass,

that I can only see now,

as I welcome a new life, with zest.

Author's Note

My grandmother recently connected me with one of my distant family relations. He is an expert researcher, and knowledgeable about many areas. He gave me some very good advice yesterday: "Place yourself inside of a glass box, and live only within an image that you create, so that you can only see limitless truths throughout your whole life. This was the result.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I love the poetry, but I'm not sure it's healthy to live only within ourselves in a glass box that we've created, it keeps us from expanding our horizons it would seem...unless this is meant to say to thine ownself be true, then I'm not sure I the panorama of that glass view. Deep, and lots of thought provoking statements within your poetry, I will come back to read this one again.

[Foxemerald]

Thanks for your review, Frieda. The poem was originally crafted with the idea that there are many different contexts in your own individual box. I'll admit that the analogy is a little odd, and the idea was given to me by a friend. The glass box is a symbol of those items in life which we love the most, and the ability to place those items which are not quite as fulfilling to us, outside of it. It is not iterating the idea of closing yourself away, but rather surrounding yourself only with those pictures and colors that embellish your own unique self. Everyone builds their own memories and their own intellect, from taking everything around them and creating their own panoramic view- the box is a portrayal of all of the images created from this. We create our own visions from life and put them into our individual person, and who we are can be demonstrated through, I hope, love, beauty, and every finer semblance, portrayed through glass. It is really a statement of optimism about the human spirit, and how we interpret stimulation around us, more than anything.

[David Scott]

You bring a few thoughts to my mind.
I see the multifaceted refraction of light.
I smell the minty tang of the experiences contained.
I feel the burning of a sharp "shard" under tender flesh as well.
You packed in a plethora of ideology and even juxtaposed your own logic a time or two.

So, some conclusions I reached will compliment and some will challenge the write.

To compliment first, I will say I have never thought to place my identity in the clear glass and let myself be the lens I examine life with. Yet, to be honest, what else can we do? We can only be ourselves and even if we wish to change, the beginning of change comes from honest introspection and internalization of any external inspections. Wisdom is found within the counsel you received. Your poem is the first rainbow tinted projection of your refraction of his thought.

To challenge you, I would encourage you to focus the lens of your expression more. Refine your purpose and clarify the picture you wish to give the writer. The poem started to ramble and repeat concepts without any new light or new thought revealed in the revisiting theme.
I honestly feel less would be more here.
Also, just as wisdom or great truth can enlighten, it can blind us as well. If we truly live in the image created by our identity defined by such a construct, the resulting truths will be the result of innumerable influences in and through the life we live. So while one may not take credit for the creation of his/her truths, we must come to own them...
You have been given a laser of powerful thought, but over fucus will burn out the subject and underfocus will leave the tool impotent to affect change.

Overall, we are discoursing and thinking while enjoying the fine wine of freshly squeezed words... What's not to love?

[Androglossia]

If we will place ourselves inside a glass box, our view would be dependent on the kind of glass wall we are enclosed with. Materalization will be complex in a translucent glass where we will see an opaque image of us against the vivid images of the outside world compared to mirrored walls. That's an opinion about your author's note. The poem seems to speak of the same thing. Our reflection depends on what kind of glass we are facing to. I think it works the same with memories. It depends on the experience and how we receive them. I think this poem is all about self-reflection. Very well thought out and really made me think.

[Foxemerald]

A really fascinating and intellectual opinion on the poem Maryanne. I feel as though the word 'materialization' is perhaps a more suiting and more substantial description than other ideas about this piece, because it has a sense of realism to it. The image inside the glass box is actually sense perception. It is a material though, because we build up the box of images ourselves, and what we see essentially depends on what we use to construct the box. Additionally, if this idea is relevant in your case, I can understand the opinion of a box being used as an obscurity against life as well. Thus, for clarification purposes, I've written to Frieda's note, at the bottom, which may help. I'm really glad that your muse was provoked by this poem. I've had a lot of afterthoughts about it myself, and feel as though there is more that may need to be penned on the topic. It is very complex and rather opaque, in spite of the image provided. Thanks so much for your thoughts. Your ideas are always highly appreciated, and interesting as well.

[Androglossia]

So I think it was a misconception on my part.Made me realize I was viewing it the opposite way. Placing myself inside a glass box to see my own image with the things that made me who I am instead of getting sorrounded with my own aspects to realize what I am made of or made for. Point taken:)

[Foxemerald]

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