when you created this illusion called Earth
and put us all in a massive simulation
Did you think of being superceded
by thought energy?
It’s Me, Me everywhere, God
you are but a figment of my imagination
the sky and clouds
bear names I gave
colours that change in a heartbeat
azure to cerulean
tea, Cobalt, Aegean
lapiz, Indigo, Ocean
colours that battle the rainbow
to be captured on cameras
displayed on screens
struggling for virality
they are recognised by a lens
framed by humanity
My brush goes beyond
what you designed or desired
me to be
certainly not an idol
in places of worship
or a scripture to be sanctified
by those who want to redefine
existence
for a sea of inanity
I write, I paint, I recreate
versions of what you did
light years ago
with the speed of thought
and find
It’s me, only me
everywhere
land, sky or sea
dVerse – Poetics – Everything We See
Image Credit: René Magritte, Golconda (1953), oil on canvas
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Me, me and only me…we are becoming like that and that is a chilling thought. Excellent , Reena.
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Thank you, Punam!
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You are welcome.
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I think your greater than god concept holds up well in written and notional form, especially as a response to a Magritte!
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Thank you so much, Sean!
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Wow!! This poem is mind blowing, Ma’am. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Aishwarya!
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I really like certain parts that talk about capture and recreation
“colours that battle the rainbow
to be captured on cameras
displayed on screens”
“I write, I paint, I recreate
versions of what you did
light years ago”
Humans are always trying to capture everything.
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And preserve it for an eternity that will outlast them.
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Wow. To see yourself in everything, is that humility or ego? Your poem poses questions!
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I’d call it a limited perspective in absence of other inputs.
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I agree ma’am!
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A great poem, Reena.
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Thanks 😊
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This is such an original and unique take on the painting, Reena! These lines stand out for me:
‘you are but a figment of my imagination
the sky and clouds
bear names I gave’
and
‘My brush goes beyond
what you designed or desired
me to be’.
And Björn beat me to it with his comment: a chilling though indeed to have Me everywhere!
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Bjorn had me with that one. Thanks a ton, Kim!
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You’re most welcome!
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Very original thought process producing a fascinating take on the picture.
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Thank you, Shirley! Glad you liked it.
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Me everywhere… what a chilling thought, what terrible loneliness in company of self multiplied.
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That’s an insightful perspective. Egoists are lonely people.
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In the end, relying on yourself is the only path to take.
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If this is the only reality I know, I might as well go with it
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Yes, true.
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Very interesting and well penned. Some people do create for HIM in praise and in thanks.
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Thank you, IV Greco!
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Excellent poem Reena! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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