The Object of Introspection

But why dissect destiny with instruments 
    more highly specialized than the components of destiny 
            itself?
Marianne Moore



You examine your mind
as if it were a venetian glass paperweight
containing a multifoliate star, immensely
outreaching the orb in which it is contained –
but really so small, a shrivelled bit of tinsel
magnified a thousand-fold and seemingly
(for the instant) unfathomably deep.
You must conclude
that every thought you have is unoriginal,
and merely a repetition
of one you already had, syntax
slightly less grammatical, the day before.


Day 11 ~ GLASS

Izy is our host in the Imaginary Garden, asking us to relay News from Your Bed.

Untitled (Written)

In the face
of these conflicting realities
Time melts to nothing –
dull lamplight
stutters in empty rooms –

your presence
lingers
closer than shadows
and I cannot dismiss
what has already been written –

no turning back the page
or relinquishing
the task –
no point in serenity
if even one shred
of you turns away
or fades –



For The Friday 55 hosted by Hedgewitch