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….

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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