I’m not sure it ever existed,
and yet
I remember it well–
romanticized in living color,
Mon Amour—
where is that film now?
It disappeared while we
were somewhere
over the rainbow.
We thought we could stop time,
inhabit that first
shining moment again and forever
as we continued to rehearse
a montage
of cinematic chaos–
myth disguised as memory,
wishes
turned into proofs.
Behind the glass, nostalgia.
Is that me?
Is that you? We dreamed
ourselves onto a tiny screen
replaying
a storied past–fools exposed
by darkness–captured,
drowning,
in artificial light.
A sort of a love poem for NaPoWriMo Day 10 and Muri’s prompt of blindness.
K. 
Love how you intertwined the film with the relationship. Lovely!
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Thanks Charlotte!
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The memories of things that might not exist–and nostalgia–such an intriguing mix. The art is like waves and dreams.
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Thanks Merril. Love is complicated, always.
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You’re welcome, and yes, it is.
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Brilliant colours, in art and words.
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Thanks Manja. Colors once again courtesy of Redon.
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Many kinds of blindness – and what we see may not be real. Love really is blind in so many ways… Awesome poem!!
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Thanks Muri. We are always deceiving ourselves in so many ways.
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This is so multilayered with many depths to consider. The dream of love!
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Thanks Ingrid. It has many manifestations.
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These lines: “myth disguised as memory, / wishes / turned into proofs. // Behind the glass, nostalgia.” Ah… Glorious!💜
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Thanks Romana!
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It was the ‘myth disguised as memory’ image that leapt out at me too. Such a good way of expressing that self-delusion.
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Thanks Jane. Love is a mystery, and we are good at deceiving ourselves about it.
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We deceive ourselves as a matter of course these days, deny every established scientific fact, photographic evidence, believe distortions, celebrity clap-trap etc etc. We seem to have lost all common sense.
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What an apt NaPoWriMo prompt to go with Val’s, for love is blind. And how we let love dupe us. Love the vibrant colours and the layered write.
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