that picture in your mind–
where does it go?
inside the mirror
the memory projects
the future looking at the past–
that picture in your mind,
that dislocation of now,
that reversal of an ending–
where does it go?
who will reap
what was shown
inside the mirror?
For Jane Dougherty’s Words and Pictures poetry challenge, above, a painting entitled Moscow Metro by Michael E. Arth. She suggested a cascade poem.
As my collage box is fairly bare in my new location, I had no children to incorporate into my collage. I improvised with a Michelangelo sculpture from a reference book I bought at a library book sale, and cut outs from the New York Times, which comes to my door, if irregularly, these days.
Still enamored with shadows, I photographed it first with my plant shadows on top.
K. 
Unique and lovely. Good job! This poem will definitely leave me thinking.
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Thanks Kaylen. We are all doing a lot of thinking these days.
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Dark is the word. The reflections are almost the same as shadows and vice versa. Both have the capacity to disturb.
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That painting is reflective of the world’s disturbances, which is why the newspaper cut outs fit it so well.
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Yes, you’re right, I hadn’t thought of that but that’s the only way we have of connecting now.
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Unsettling–those ghost shadows. Your collage is haunting. too.
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The painting is unsettling as are the times.
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Yes, exactly.
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I love the questions you incorporated into the poem. They’re perfect uncertainty of memories. Lovely.
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That collage stopped me in my tracks. Wow!
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Thanks Claudia. A reflection of what we find in our newspapers…
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Excellent!
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Thanks Bela.
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