I swim with my eyes closed
feeling my way with the senses of fish—
sparks dance along my nerves.
I swim with my eyes closed
seeing through the transparent lids—
my flesh is glass, I cast no shadow.
With my eyes closed, I swim
ignored by the solid, the shadow-casters
whose dream I am.
--image by lady orlando via readwritepoem
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
I Swim With My Eyes Closed
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6 comments:
Surreal and beautiful! I wrote to this image too. Why don't you check it out? I don't think you've ever visited my site or read my poems, although I've read yours many times. Maybe you'd be pleasantly surprised.
Tiel -
I really enjoyed the vision you created with this piece...
"my flesh is glass, I cast no shadow." That spoke strongly to the feeling of being 'invisible', unnoticed, that we all likely feel at times.
Well written... ;)
I like the idea of the shadow casters and the thought that she was in their dream.
Delightful and strangely moving, and a perfect accompaniment to the image. My favorite phrase: "feeling my way with the senses of fish" -- I like the way it sounds when I say it aloud.
I never noticed that she cast no shadow until I read your piece! It does make her so much more like a dream.
Very deep, in more ways than one!
— Philip Thrift
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