fragments of hope and dreams
stitched together in a pattern
designed to vocalise
all that was left unsaid
structured to open windows
that let breathe
texturised to give a view
of the world outside
not whole
but just enough to create
some more patterns
Fabric of the psyche
A silent sponge
Drinks perspectives
reshaping itself
into imprints
but remains
porous to hope,
dreaming new skies.
Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says
The Met Gala presents art in the most bizarre ways, mounted on frames that do not understand it, but aim at adding value to themselves by becoming a carrier.
I see the original artworks shedding tears, for this is not where they intended to live. Arclights that flatter the artist and art are welcome, but here those who can afford to be invited are offered a shortcut to worldwide fame.
Met Gala,
frames without feeling,
art cries in silence—
spotlights flatter the wealthy,
not truth.
Creative Experiments and More 
You’ve described well how our minds take in the world and reshape it. Let’s not let the sponge harden. Nicely done Reena 👏
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Thank you so much, Shaun!
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You have very nicely applied the gift of economy in these poems.with such natural and string imagery. So well done!
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Thank you so much!
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“porous to hope,
dreaming new skies” how beautifully said, Reena. Love it.
(And that’s the reason, I wanted to draw attention away from Met gala to real artists.)
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I sensed it 🤗. Thank you, Punam!
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You are welcome, Reena. 🤗
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That porousness is what makes all the difference
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Yes, of course.
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Always a good thing to leave things porous so love can flow through! Awesome poem and well done!!🩵
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Thank you so much!
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Brilliant work, Reena! I feel exactly as you do about the Gala.
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Thanks for resonating, Helen!
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wow! So good, Reena, xo 😀💜💜
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Much appreciated.
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