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Mirror
 

"Hush!"
Spoke the tiny little voice
"Leave your water, color, brush
Empty now go to the shore
And what I give do not abhor."

 

Wood
receive
soft from salty water
and subdued
strings and tapes
in many colors
and dimensions
entangled and confused
sticky
dirty oily
plastic grid
knifes handle
its sharp danger gone
remnant of a tile
seaweed
shells
and feathers
a stick
inhabited symmetrically
by barnacles

All these
am I
to collect
and bring together
to hear

 

"I chose
The lowly things
And the despised things
And the things that are not
To nullify
The things that are,
So that no-one may
Boast before me."
1)

Alone am I
to spread out
flotsam and jetsam
before me
to see
what I
would do whith it
People walk by
I feel shame
what Do they think?
Am I nuts?
oily grease
blackens my hands
makes them smarmy
smelly
and me
feeling strange
 

"I know no shame
To be with you
Nor ill about
the Smarmy hands
I get from you."

Worthless
forgotten
abandoned wood
I bind together
Wordless
to a frame
black plastic grid
to carry the sun
broken seal ring
gives its circle
to the sun
cast away
colored cello tape
yellow orange
burn her corona
yellow net
fills the sun
as does
golden grass
some blue
sets her
above sea

Worthless
nothing
are all these parts
though beautifully too
who can also feel it?
Whence all this trash?
What served it once?
Nothing got gleaned
chosen, joined together
nothing became
something new
to question
what wants
and claims to be
something

"What do you see
In the mirror
from the sea?"
 

Feathers
wood
strings
shells
confusion
embarrassment
anger
indignation
and yet
Joy
Fire
Sun
Spirit

Fringed
untamable strings
evoke disgust
Primitive
ambiguous
uncultivated
appears
this conglomerate
of nothing things
vomited
spit out
by the sea

If that should be
something
what then am I?
What for my
education
experience
position
status
name
income
devotion
sacrifice?

"Nothing!"
soothes me
the tiny gentle
voice,
"Hush!"

 
 

In lasting gratefulness
only Kihew Iskwew's Genwar



 
Title
Inspiration
Stile
"Mirror" / "Sun"
"... to nullify what 'is' ..."
"zero budget beach"

 

1) 1 Cor. 1:28-29NIV



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