In the Looking Glass

In the Looking Glass

A Poem by Einstein Noodle

In the Looking Glass

p***y willow words 
mirrored back to me in angry disdain. 

heckling red laughter
tore ....... 
                   tears 
shredded tissues between us
so long ago      -       and yet
still i find
stubborn phrases
tonguing soft pink ears

stuck in  cracks between the walls 
unchanged .......................................................
 (a senryu in waiting)

you weren't into it and
I had need

Ginger cherry mop boards tight against the wall
holding fast ........... a heart, a fall
stillborn syncope

mirror images recognized
fog forgotten filigree
                                   fading 
impregnates the silence

turn past the looking glass
i won't remember any more

anymore.

E. 08/28/2019

© 2019 Einstein Noodle


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Einstein Noodle

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How we see things when we look at ourselves and the past. Despite the differences and the history feelings are hard to extinguish for amongst the ashes of paper an unburnt fragment remains to plague us and remind us of the book and how we fingered it's pages.

Posted 3 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

spot on John! you read with sensitivity and insight .. you hit all the points i was aiming at ;) God.. read more
Patricia Wedel

3 Months Ago

Love your review of E's poem, John Alexander.... "an unburnt fragment remains" ... so poetic... be s.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much Pat. Sir 'E' produces many wonderful writes.



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I wonder if a mirror lies and I suppose it does on reflection if the subject is untrue! A write to ponder on!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

i suppose it does now you mention it ... we lie to ourselves all the time eh!? a heart attack become.. read more
andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Always a great morning to you my friend.
I read too many of the reviews and have nothing to say. ha

There are impressions that hang on the walls of our unconscious. They are a part of us no matter what we do and they can be hard to get rid of if they're stuck there with the glue of anger, depression, or unhappiness. Your style is very skillful. Only the most necessary words fit. That's something I wish I could do. Maybe someday.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thank you so much Relic...you are too kind .. truly ... i know what you mean by reading too many rev.. read more
E,
Quick flashing images in the looking glass of memory . . . shrouded in mystery. Makes me remember when she wasn't into it, even after a tongue in her soft pink ear. Oh that need!!! "Ginger cherry mop boards". . . . You must be remembering the 70's!!! or very bad LSD flashbacks!!! Interesting write, E.
T

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

ahahahaha well.... my most passionate times came from those 60s and 70s ... not sure i should admit .. read more
Woo, that ending gives me shivers. I love the lonely echo of it. And the understanding that, yes, the speaker will likely remember and have to go through this painful exercise again.

I love the mood of this, E. It captures the feeling of memory impregnating (to use a word from your poem) every atom surrounding you. And that memory takes on such size that it is able to swallow everything else temporarily.

I like the way it’s hinted through slivers of the memory because it allows us to put ourselves there, and remember a time we have been affected thus.

It’s a lovely bit of poetry. Though I don’t want to inhabit that ache, I am glad to read the work and feel it’s impact temporarily.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

ahahaha yes... temporarily for sure ;)))))))))))) thanks for stopping by and reviewing this one ... .. read more
Tremendous passions in this write, E. That looking glass can be a truthful and sometime sharp judge. Fantastic write:)

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

whoa! passions move the passionate don't they Ms. Pryde ;) i could not be more happy you enjoyed thi.. read more
Wow dear E! such anger, such bitterness! what has she done to You? unfortunately when we think we moved on suddenly all come to us intensely controlling all our emotions and thoughts, I think when things are left undone before moving on is the cause for these memories to come and haunt us again, we need to settle it inside us and then move on, one tiny thing may ignite a memory and then another and another and we stuck in this cycle, powerful and intense piece.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

yes... i believe it is true ... and if left unsettled yet allow a re-ignition .. we can be drawn rig.. read more
Light

2 Months Ago

I bet many women like Your joyful playful sense ;) all the best for You too dear E🌟
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

ahhhhhhhhhhhh many women....yes ... a dream men should all have now and again says i!? :)
We look at the past through rose-colored glasses very often. As Barbra Streisand sang, "Has time rewritten every line?" We choose to remember the good times...the soft caresses and the whispers in the night. It's a bit of self-preservation I think. All those who walked through our lives make us who we are today, E. I related to this one. Great writing...loved the word play. Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


Lydia

2 Months Ago

Yup, I swam the river and climbed more than one mountain and now I can remember it all...albeit not .. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

hugs baby! ;)
Lydia

2 Months Ago

Back at ya, E!
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DAH
As N. Young said, "Rust never sleeps", in that nearly everyone and everything that we know will suddenly 'rust" to dust ... memory is not spared. I love this: "p***y willow words
mirrored back to me in angry disdain", and this closing is as raw as it gets: "turn past the looking glass // i won't remember any more".

Nicely played, E.

DAH

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

thank you DAH! great to have your input on me "stuff" ... going to repay the visit shortly .. so goo.. read more
DAH

2 Months Ago

My pleasure!
It's funny how the mind wants to move on, but the ever-sensitive soul tugs us back into the past. Words that stung still sting and haunt us. My father committed suicide when I was four so I have no memories of him. My mother … she should have never had children. She was self-centered, a narcissist, and simply was incapable of love. Never once in my whole did she ever say, "I love you" or "I'm proud of you." She was always critical, belittling, abusive, and neglectful. One day, when I was 13, she said, "You think you're so special. You are nothing and a nobody and no one will ever love you." Those words have never left me. They are like the after-sting of her handprint across my face, and they sting my soul all these years later. It happens in other relationships as well, but I think the cracks in the wall between a parent and a child are the worst. This is where your words took me. Your words are well chosen and perfectly placed. Well done!

Posted 3 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Months Ago

oh my goodness Linda! how precious that you have shared such difficult memories .. i truly reel hono.. read more

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