Friday, 27 May 2011

My He-mages

Image credit: google



Lodged in my cranium
Are a thousand sketches
Images,maps, drawings
Cluttered on the floor of my mind
Blown by the wind of time
Nonetheless there notwithstanding

In my mind are drawn
Longitudes and latitudes, pixels of photos
Circumferences, radii
Not exactly scientific
But not hazy enough
I can tell Pakistan from Bangladesh
I can detect the face of a serial killer
I can tell the face of a hard knock from
One about to commit suicide
I can tell a fake Picasso’s paint
I know the Breakfast of a Blind Man
For for four solid hours I looked at it
To see the blind man in my mind’s eye
To visualize what oil did to canvas
To produce a work of art

See, I can remember all this
Because unlike insipid raw data
These images are embossed on my mind
They are a part of me
With them, I replay clips
Daily
The horror I saw on a scared face
The tilted eyebrows
The twitching lips of a liar
Matter of fact, I don’t remember them
For I didn’t forget them anyway

C) Lorot Salem 2011



6 comments:

mindlovemisery said...

Some life events leave you with a permanent impression, a sort of sixth sense about certain things. Great job!

Andy said...

Hello Salem.
There are indeed some things/people in life that one can never forget.

Great take on the prompt.

Jingle said...

awesome piece.
bless your day.

halfwaybetweenthegutter said...

I almost didn't read this, because of the font *hangs head in shame*, bur I'm glad I did. Can relate, very much.

"See, I can remember all this
Because unlike insipid raw data
These images are embossed on my mind
They are a part of me
With them, I replay clips
Daily
The horror I saw on a scared face
The tilted eyebrows
The twitching lips of a liar
Matter of fact, I don’t remember them
For I didn’t forget them anyway"

... really stands out.

Salem Lorot said...

@ Andy, thank you so much my good friend. Glad that as kindred souls we share the same poetic lens wherewithal we peer into life. :)

@ Jingle, as always thanks for your blogospheric voyages into my abode. And more importantly, your kind comments.

@ halfwaybetweenthegutter, even for me I am surprised how that font came about * confused as to the poetic meaning of the line of the poet*. That aside, I really appreciate your visit here. First time visitors here have songs sang to them..here we go...thanks for your kind comments. We are now officially friends.

Salem Lorot said...

@ Mindlovemisery, like for our member above, we sing to first time visitors here. Which song do I sing for you? Well, am not much of a singer but... thanks for visiting and your kind comments. It is good to connect with you.

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