Gerrit Photography
a stone face
your blind soul is
fixed
behind the wall
of glass level
and
dressed in
the webbed music
locked
in your system
my sighs
outside
spin
kick
bust
and trump
the reflection mess
yet for you
inside
I am less than
a mirage
a reflection
my visit
does not exist
Linking to:
Magpie Tales #287
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The Sunday Whirl
8 comments:
Love it.. the glass can be such a thick barrier.. the one-sided awareness is so apt for that picture.
Nicely written...
I have seen this image in other peoples posts but until I read your piece I did not see the photographer in the glass - thank you for illuminating that so beautifully in your words
yet for you
my visit
does not exist
How very sad he is not aware. It obviously takes more than just a physical appearance for one to make an impact!
Hank
"Your blind soul", yes, that about sums it up. Well written.
Pamela
Seems he has no reflection , but she is Shinng
... Mr. Cellophane...
One of the most painful states of existence: invisibility. You did it justice.
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