quadrilling my way through forty-four mirrors
I saw angles, shapes I’d missed before
I hauled others in the hallway,
to show the difference
between reality and perception
How it altered the world around us
as narratives changed…
and we faced each other
as strangers….
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Great take, Reena.
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It started on a playful note, but soon got serious as I’m wont to do.
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Brilliant.
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I love the playful way you brought the prompt into the poem.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Infinity is existence between two opposing mirrors.
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I love this line. Would like to use it somewhere.
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I will use the thought in my poem of today….
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👍😀
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Oh wow! Yes with a change in our outlook, everything changes.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome
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I especially love your first line! Great response to the prompt! 😊
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Thank you, Merril! 😊
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You’re welcome!
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Forty-four mirrors, not sure I want that many images of anyone … I like how you framed them in your quadrille!
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Thank you, Helen!
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Nice one. There would be different narratives if different shapes appeared
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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Wow! I love this! [applause]
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Thank you so much, Susan!
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