Slicing open the screen,
Possibility drenches in
colors sluice through the gap
A bubble of my own making,
and instead of climbing through
I mend the portal,
And I am again contained
Safely steeping in this familiar trap
Here reason is tethered to abstractions.
While life plays on the other side
My skin too
keeps bones from sight.
And it is so easy
to forget everything alive.
-n.bateson 2018
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I heard a wise man say, “Read your Alice.” , and so, here I envision an Alice hesitate to step through a looking glass. Also, I didn’t know you do poetry, but, of course, you must, I realize.
Two sides has the glass.
On one live Reason, Prose, and Rigor.
On the other, Metaphor, Poetry, and Imagination
Within the portal, there they meet, converse.
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mmmm… yes.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nora Bateson offers a poem.
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thanks!
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Wonderful poem..so much is in that other side which is our subconscious notes and experiences..almost processed at the speed of light..nice to occasionally have that skin to keep us in our somewhat sane perspective..lovely!!
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thank you!
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Gnomically wonderful. Rilke-like. A wonderful old cartoon depicts Daffy Duck drawing himself out of the very cartoon of which he is the feature. Perhaps some of you have seen it. All here akin to the baffling prose of Gregory using words to paint the unwordable living of life. Riding one rib of a double helix whirling through spacetime. I will hope that whatever lightning or breeze or scent triggered this happens again in either the near or maybe the distant future.
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Thank you Paul.
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