October 1, 2005


  • "A Little Reflection"
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 
    Saturday, September 23, 2000 10:30 a.m. pdt
     



    One verse shall write itself upon the conciousness, and one verse shall disappear into the murky depths of the unconscious
    One feeling will be triumphant, and happy, reeling with the untapped coincidences of circumstance
    And one feeling will be a dim one, shutting down the elation inherent in the psyche



    One positive, one negative
    One shining, one dull
    A reflection of present feelings, shining off the mirror of existence
    "A smile is a frown turned upside down"
    Serenity is the flip side of cacophany



    Sitting idle in front of the keyboard,
    Wondering about the illusions of yesterday
    One reflects upon the present,
    and the reflection is not pristine and clear
    but the edges are blurry
    and the picture is never in focus



    The picture has never been in focus
    and for all the new perscription spectacles one tries on
    the days pass
    the picture recedes in the distance
    and the reflection of life never really reflects truth after all



    So we get up every morning and look in the mirror
    And rub the sleep from our eyes and stare at our past and our future



    One day will be filled with fruition and promise
    One day will be filled with salty tears



    One day my princess will come


    And reflect my image in her soul...............






    I was browsing through some of my earlier poetry this morning looking for quite another piece as an answer poem to a series I posted on WhenWordsCollide last night,  when I came upon this poem written in 2000, a couple of months after Regina left California, my last "failed lovesearch". I thought it fitting that as I write, my "princess" has finally arrived at last. The photographs both here and on the ElectricPoetry post on WhenWordsCollide, are "sunset shots" taken right on the street in front of my house last night. The clouds reflected in the setting sun looked not only magnificent, but somewhat eerily beautiful. MFN 10/1/05

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  • Dear Michael,

    This is truly a beautiful poem.  Funny thing that I too ended up taking pictures of the setting sun the other evening as well.  I was tempted to drive downtown, and as I looked at the horizon the clouds looked like the were bordered by glowing orange embers.  It was a divine sight indeed ... it made me end up buying some mexican fire opal earrings ... lol.

    Can't wait until Sunday.  The wound is getting better, just a bit tender ... and the irritation / rash from the tape is minimizing as well ... so I'm happy!

    Love You Lots,
    Liz

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