I took my poems and pinned them to a giant cork board. Butterflies of every hue. Like a conspiracy theorist or a detective hunting a serial killer, I connected the poems with string. My crazy wall. I connected them by how old I was in the memory that spawned the poem, by themes of love and loss, by which of the two poles I steered towards, or away from, if the poem was looking in the past, thoughts of the future or grounding myself in the present. It started out looking like a spiderweb, and I plucked the strings of love and watched the poems thrum and give off chords of joy. Then I strummed the strings of loss and a mournful sound issued forth, making the room waver and dance. The strings of depression hung limply and could not be played, but the beauty of their draping form stood out amongst all the straight lines and angles, and the strings of anxiety were so tight they were shrill in the plucking…almost pulling the poems from the board. As my eyes moved about the board I found myself, simultaneously, smiling and teary-eyed. As the web flowed about in waves from the welling tears, I had to wipe my eyes clear. To my astonishment, within what was to become my life’s dream catcher, was an outline of myself, arms outstretched to what could only be stars. Dumbfounded at how I didn’t see it sooner, I traced my fingertips about the edge of it. My hand eventually settling on a bare spot, a hole, at the center of this wondrous mandala, right where my outline’s heart should reside. I pondered whether this void represented the parts of me I’ve kept hidden or parts I’ve yet to discover. I vowed to fill this hole. To keep writing. To keep catching butterflies.
…and I’ll keep reading. Love it. Genius!
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Thanks, Donna! 😀
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Reblogged this on Silent Hour and commented:
Erich Michaels weaving a web of poems and memory.
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Thank you very much…greatly appreciated! I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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I loved it!
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😊❤️😊
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Amazing.
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Thank you, Bojana! I’m glad you liked it!
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Love this Erich!
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Thank you! I’m very glad you liked it…it came to me as an image and I just went with it. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Beautifully woven words from Erich Michaels
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Thanks so much for the reblog! ❤️
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Oh my – this is stunning work! Conjuring up love, loss, sentimentality and hope and joy all at once. Love it!
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Thank you so much, Carla! I’m very glad you liked it! 🙂
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Astounding 👏 you have touched the “Nebula “
And I’am overwhelmed 👍
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Thank you, narasimhansrikanth! I’d be interested in learning more about the specifics of what you’re referring to. Is there a website or book?
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I was referring to the intergalactic constellation and definition is
“ A nebula (Latin for “cloud” or “fog”; pl. nebulae, nebulæ, or nebulas) is an interstellar cloud of dust, hydrogen, helium and other ionized gases. Originally, nebula was a name for any diffuse astronomical object, including galaxies beyond the Milky Way.” I ‘am referring that you have touched the Milky Way 🤝
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Oh, gotcha! I found myself on a tangent that dealt with the definition of nebulous, as unclear or ill-defined, as I couldn’t really tell if the hole I touched was something I’ve forgotten, sublimated or yet to experience. But I was also wondering if there was a facet of mandalas I was unaware of.
Thanks again, my friend!
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It’s ok friend , we get confused at times ! I loved your writing and the insights … excellent imagination and it really inspired me 👍🤝😊
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Then I’m very glad you found it, my friend! 🙂
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