“History does not repeat itself
but it does rhyme.”
~Mark Twain
History does not repeat itself
but it does rhyme,
evoking déjà vu.
Mind drips tricks
through dryer vents
onto sidewalks
in multi-colored layers.
A brave virus
courts frames around later
where the wages of forgetting
fail to pave safe our way.
It feels like a wallflower’s dream,
a party of one
no support required.
Brenda Warren 2014
Notes:
When no poem would come, I decided to use the Twain quote to wax surreal. When I gave myself permission to NOT make sense, this piece came. Don’t know if it means anything, but I like it.
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I enjoyed your contrary view, and the poem that emerged. Thank you.
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The last verse was a delight, the lonely wallflower managing alone.
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Ooh, I love this in all is surreality…and all from Twain’s quote. This quote puts me in mind of one of Gertrude Stein’s which I find equally enigmatic but somehow meaningful. “History teaches, history teaches.” Good poem Brenda.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/02/just-simple-working-girl.html
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See, Brenda, when we think nothing will come to us. Something special like this happens. Good one, my friend.
Pamela
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It feels like stop- moment, when among everyday fass we noticed the colors…out of time…out of space ~ glad you let it spill on the paper…
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You never know where the words will take you, but I like how you let yourself just go with it! I really like the last stanza.
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It feels like a wallflower’s dream,
a party of one
no support required.
That made perfect sense to me.
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Love this reflexive piece Brenda. How the dripped tricks become more real in the second verse and the third verse runs right back to that first one (dripping tricks). Each one a new layer of colors dripped from a ‘dryer’ vent. Someone made a comment on my blog today about how following the wordle list can result in a deep plunge into the subconscious mind. You did that and pulled up a treasure,
Elizabeth
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“drips tricks through dryer vents” is such a great phrase!
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Wonderfully surreal and waxing..made me think of the Dali painting..time dripping through the sidewalks..delicious
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I like it, too… a lot! Especially-
Mind drips tricks
through dryer vents
onto sidewalks
in multi-colored layers.
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