Sunday, August 19, 2012

Without Definition

Under Windsor Bridge by Valette

All the edges 
blurred
no banks or embankments
pillars or piers.

All the lines
merged
within the swallowing fog
all sounds whispered.

All the definition
mired
in our minds
our memories.

Reality
erased
by mist.

J. Binford-Bell
August 2012

16 comments:

  1. wonderful interpretation of this misty foggy image

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  2. that is how t feels at time...the fog obscuring everything....this is a political poem right? smiles....just kidding...kinda....

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  3. Sometimes reality is better off swallowed in fog...

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  4. That is so true...reality fades in the mist!!
    Nice piece
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  5. All the definition mired in our minds

    That's what memory often does...

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  6. Is this true déjà vu, or have I left a comment and been fooled by moderation? LOL. Nice one!

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  7. Nicely descriptive; good post...

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  8. Very nice ... I also found this grey/bluish image on Google and used it.

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  9. I'd say you nailed this one.

    =)

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  10. Blurred edges and merged lines - that's exactly it! Wonderful.

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  11. This is an instance of art inspiring art. Truly wonderful, Jacqui. Thank you for sharing.

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  12. I've always been a fan of a good gentle mist...great poem!

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  13. Oh! I really this one of yours, Jacqui. The last stanza is fantastic!

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  14. Brilliantly put together. I love where you went with this.

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