Your memory is like a reflection on water,
Lacking the potent detail that overwhelmed my mind.
Only the vibrant remnants of color remain.
Tender reds, gentle blues, and bitter greens.
They're all contained in blurred and waving lines,
That endlessly change o'er the waters surface.
Transposed, a cloud of sinuous depth,
Becomes a distorted line of fluid white.
As time passes your reflections evanesce.
Tints and shades run into a single hue.
Though fear of fleeting detail ripples through my mind,
I just cant help but realize the peace I seem to find.
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Author:
Nicholas M. Langford (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2017 02:21
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very good write. We all see reflections in our life and wish we could see the whole. Welcome to MPS.
Thank you! I'm so happy I discovered the community!
A fine write Nick. The picture reminds me of a somewhat mystical book I read. A man's fiancée is killed in a car accident on a bridge.
He looks into the water from the bridge. He sees her face in the water (not physically though).
Then he looks further. The waters sort of part. He sees deeper, and the waters eventually become the river in the Garden of Eden.
That sounds really good, what's the name of the book?
Erm, I've not actually read it. Just picked up that snippet from another book. I think it's called 'All Hallows Eve' by Charles Williams. I don't know more than that, sorry!
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