Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Projections


The door opens into your world
A dark and private place
Whirring noises
Small square window
Reflecting light
I stumble over words.

I want to see your scar
Tentatively you show me
Our heads bent together
In quiet contemplation
I touch the place the knife went in
It feels awkward yet close.

Then the first reel clicks
The audience demands
You attend to the machines
I take a step backwards
I stand there beside you
Watching your hands.
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13 comments:

  1. Steve Isaak26 October 2010 at 15:35

    Intimate interplay with cold mechanism, with a few striking lines the "scars" and "knife" imagery.

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  2. Dulçe ♥26 October 2010 at 16:32

    Unexpected ending
    Great imagery here
    ;)

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  3. Brian Miller26 October 2010 at 16:32

    nicely done...i have a few scars...the end leads me to believe it is a play...so intinate between the two though...nice one shot!

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  4. Beachanny26 October 2010 at 16:48

    Oh you know I flashed on oh so many movies - starting with THE LAST METRO - moving on to INGLORIOUS BASTERDS and coming to a full stop at one of my all time favorite movies CINEMA PARADISO. How cleverly you wield your words to make my breath stop at the place the knife went in. You're becoming quite the poet, our Libby! Good work. Thanks. Gay

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  5. Anonymous26 October 2010 at 18:33

    "It feels awkward yet close..." Wonderful. Nice One Shot. Love and Light, Sender

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  6. Peter Wilkin27 October 2010 at 02:43

    Aloneness/togetherness ... approach/avoidance ... ambivalence ... your poem really did it for me. An intimate/private moment ... an I-Thou moment beautifully sandwiched between the first & last verses of your poem. Projection in a filmic context ... & projection as a sense of admiration/respect that you have for this person ... & perhaps s/he has for you? I could say so much more. Thanks for sharing, Libby.

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  7. Shashidhar Sharma27 October 2010 at 04:05

    Dear Libby

    Beautiful imagery and I could almost stumble myself over those words... I like it. thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  8. Melissa Campbell27 October 2010 at 07:25

    Small square window reflecting light...

    ...your poem is like this, the open door into a very private place, where we catch just a glimpse, enough to make us want to know more. :)

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  9. Fireblossom27 October 2010 at 07:39

    I'm dating myself here, but i can almost hear the whirring of the projector. Nicely done, Libby. :-)

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  10. Unknown27 October 2010 at 08:35

    Knives, scars, life moments, everyday occurrences, and deep titular meanings.

    Amazing job. =3

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  11. dustus27 October 2010 at 14:55

    Read it as a poem of devotion. Wanting to heal one hurt severely. "Reflecting light" love how those two words prompt change in the piece. Nice write!

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  12. Mona28 October 2010 at 00:34

    I like the clinical detachment about this poem. The watcher makes it even more visual!

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  13. Marshy31 October 2010 at 01:33

    i really liked the chillingness to this....and then the warmth in the end...great one shot

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