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Broken mirror
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Newer Poems, (2009-2011) The woman stares at me, making me uneasy. I turn and twist in my seat but no matter what I do, when I look up she is there staring at me. I turn and look away, the sight making me shatter. The smile on her face does not match the pain in her eyes. The fear of moving forward does not seem to suppress. The face, the eyes, the nose, the lips all have their stories. Her eyes follow me until I smash the frame. Jaged pieces of broken glass lay, shattered just as she feels now reveal only different segments. She seems so lost, so confused, the blood from my fist trickles down on her face. I realize the woman that I do not know, that kept staring at me day after day, is really me.
I see this work as it infiltrates the use of imagination and creativity - of fantasy into reality but not as an escapist.
You demonstrate the power of imagination to give insight into someone else's reality.
Experience has enabled you to step back psychologically and view the values which seem to be a poignant exploration of the search for a balance in individual identities and intuitive knowledge within personal experience.
Pain and loss seemingly brings to life the real human suffering behind the scenes...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot