Sunday, June 15, 2014

Not to be reproduced

Not To Be Reproduced, 1937, Rene Magritte 


We assume lots. I’d share.
You keep questions/answers
to yourself.

Only me. Trapped in old fashioned
manner. Surrealism. I float in a
guard free stream.

All dressed up. No face. It’s within.
Ears-shells. A key into - whisper…
Hair-waves reflecting sunbeams.

In reality I’m still not sure:
will I sailing…
Gordon Pym. Whaling Harbor.
Sailboat Ariel. Ocean breeze.

Or – just sit at the bay,
read adventurous story
by Edgar Allan Poe
deeply peering in dreams.


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19 comments:

  1. TruedessaJune 16, 2014 at 5:38 AM

    Good Morning, I enjoyed your poem..the third stanza really stuck out for me as I was reading. Have a nice day!

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    1. humbirdJune 16, 2014 at 8:34 AM

      Hi Truedessa! Read in the morning - what can be more refreshing, what a treat! Thank you for stopping by! Have adventurous week ;)xx

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  2. Pat HattJune 16, 2014 at 8:39 AM

    All dressed up and no place to go, just read and glow

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  3. HelenJune 16, 2014 at 11:54 AM

    Face within, ears-shells, sunbeams reflecting ... Your poetry is lovely.

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  4. brudbergJune 16, 2014 at 1:48 PM

    I love the dreamy quality of this.. somehow drowning in the mirrors is like the drowning in books... and yes Gordon Pym... that one was fun to find.

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  5. Eddie BluelightsJune 16, 2014 at 5:23 PM

    All dressed up. No face.
    That line got me!
    Loved the writing ~ Eddie

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  6. Silent Otto June 17, 2014 at 4:28 AM

    He seems to exists submerged in some shimmering borderland ...

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  7. Brian MillerJune 17, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    we do assume much....that third stanza is def strong...no face, its inside....truth.

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  8. Eddie BluelightsJune 17, 2014 at 1:59 PM

    Just read your previous post and left a comment:
    Thank you for your kind comments at my place.
    I have signed up as your follower
    and wish to celebrate:

    Pleas come to my Ball and read my poem set to music and we shall have a dance if you wilt, fair lady:

    http://eddybluelights.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/dreaming-romantic-dance.html

    Eddie

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    1. humbirdJune 17, 2014 at 2:35 PM

      Thanks, kind man! Join your company, nice blog and maybe dance :)x

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  9. AnonymousJune 17, 2014 at 3:26 PM

    Wonderful, dreamy quality to this.

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  10. ClaudiaJune 17, 2014 at 3:29 PM

    ah - love me a good Edgar Allan Poe story... love how you transport the surreal feel of the pic into your poem

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  11. Magaly GuerreroJune 18, 2014 at 7:48 AM

    This is such a dance of imagery!

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  12. Bekkie SanchezJune 19, 2014 at 10:12 AM

    Like a fairy tale I liked it.

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  13. MaryJune 21, 2014 at 1:38 AM

    Enjoyed this lovely poem. Great sense of contentment in the last verse ...like that.

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  14. Tess KincaidJune 21, 2014 at 2:52 PM

    I like the seaside feel going on here...esp the shell ears...

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