Castle of Illusion
Land and sites engaged the illusion,
made perfect the wholeness, hiding
hollowness. Empty windows watched,
the Ego isolated within, disturbed.
Cairn of ancestors, bitter wind,
vacant feel part of its landscape,
our own psyche apart from it.
This blackout poem is based on a post, Hunting the Unicorn: Shells and Fruits,
written by Sue Vincent and posted at The Silent Eye. I encourage you to read it.
The image is an edited/layered version of two of Sue’s photos.
~~ Thank you to Sue for her inspiration and for graciously accepting my offering. ~~
Thank you, Ken… it means a good deal that people engage with and consider what we share about these events.
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I wanted to be sure to maintain the essence of your post. Thank you for the inspiration, Sue.
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You managed that 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Silent Eye.
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Thank you for sharing.
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My pleasure, Ken.
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Empty windows watched
The ego isolated within
Disturbed …
Blackout poems always give fantastic results.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
A blackout poem … by rivrlogr
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Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Very moving poem that illustrates a troubled internal landscape with the bleak external landscape of the vacant castle.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome.
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Wow, this is wonderful poem, and very atmospheric. I don’t know many poems about castles, so for me this is particularly special. Thank you for sharing it with us. 🙂
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Thank you. Sue can be an inspiration.
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She certainly can. 🙂
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A wonderful distillation. Sue’s posts are always full of both information and inspiration. (K)
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That they are. Thanks, Kerfe.
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