Resonance

Resonance

A Poem by Becca

 

One circle

 

  Sensing

 

One circle

 

              Touching one circle

 

                                          Shifting

 

Two Wheels

 

               Recognizing one Wheel

 

                                                       Synergy

 

One Wheel

                   

                Celebrating One Wheel

 

                                  Synecdoche

 

 

                                 

 
                    

© 2008 Becca


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Was the picture inspiration for the writing or vice versa? Is that the same as the chicken and egg quandry? Doesn't really matter I guess.

Interconnectedness is what I see... like the gears of a clock. Funny how we are all so far away from one another yet, touch each others lives in ways that no one else can. I couldn't tell what time it was before. No matter how wound up I became (and I can get wound up man!) ... I had no others to connect with and my hands stopped turning. Then somehow I got plugged into the right place and voila, I know what time it is!

That would be ..... dinnertime!! (just kidding)

You rock Bec....

Love ya Kristina

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This is very ineteresting. I really liked it. I don't understand a lot of the poetic technicalities, but theis was very good.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is kinda trippy. Wasn't ready for it... lol

What does synecdoche mean? I think it may be the key to the whole piece.

Wonderful job in getting me to think already... I don't do that enough... d:

Wonderfully done! (:

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very Perceptive! And Artsy-Fartsy! SmokingQuills Rules All!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Was the picture inspiration for the writing or vice versa? Is that the same as the chicken and egg quandry? Doesn't really matter I guess.

Interconnectedness is what I see... like the gears of a clock. Funny how we are all so far away from one another yet, touch each others lives in ways that no one else can. I couldn't tell what time it was before. No matter how wound up I became (and I can get wound up man!) ... I had no others to connect with and my hands stopped turning. Then somehow I got plugged into the right place and voila, I know what time it is!

That would be ..... dinnertime!! (just kidding)

You rock Bec....

Love ya Kristina

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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