~ The Reciprocal

~ The Reciprocal, E.L. Elisa Laura, Past Presence, Fiction, France, The Netherlands, History, Thriller, Ghosts

~ The Reciprocal

 

 

A breath faster than light...

Thoughts are not always there to follow

Each soul, so variously yet contemplating

 

The past is always with us,

Through thoughts, visions, and dreams

Nowhere aware, and letting in;

The nothingness of time,

 

A pleasure to see her Reciprocal;

Disguised can run as words,

Even on wet streets of our inside edges

Of the so pre-birthed soul

 

They are or have been, here for sure,

They cannot be denied;

No, not anymore, it's there, 

You see through the eyes

Of the viewer, the seer, 

And taste the iron of

Their ancient blood

 

A mystical evening light, 

As soft as fog,

Just reflected her legs, 

She was in her thirties,

And wore those typical twenties shoes,

Now on her walk to her forties,

She didn’t know she lost ten years…

 

The tram rails shone like her eyes,

As she looked through her vision,

Amsterdam, was a refuge, to her French heart,

Between soul and prosperity she lived…

 

Nowhere, alive in her Reciprocal,

Breathing and bathing the rain of time

As for times, in time disbelief grew,

Through the veins of the living

 

Over many years, hearts, and souls

This street didn’t change;

Only the traffic did, and killed her

A fragment faster-

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Feel free... ;)
Thanks xx

Reviews

[RedInk524]

To me this seems like a story about a woman whose unpleasant memories biuld up so high they kill her. Although you can forget things, it is all on its own. You can't choose what to forget. And often, it is the things that we want to forget that stays with us the longest. Too much traffic on the streets of any mind is enough to kill it...

Thank you RedInk of truth :) that's what I call a good reviewer! x

[Aethereal]

We each sit on an illusionary event horizon generated by consciousness, but at the speed of light, past, present, and future all merge into one. Below the speed of light past and future become haunting ghost created by an illusionary slight of hand within consciousness. At times, some people momentarily break out of that identity crisis created by this illusion. Sometimes past, present, and future scramble so as to break the back of this illusion, and it's at that moment that we know who we really are. As an example: Think of your life as a motion picture film reel. You may experience your life as one frame at a time or take a glimpse at your entire reel. An optical illusion helps us make sense of a reel of film. The three Fates weave the thread of our being into a beautiful tapestry, but all most people are ever aware of is an increment of thread. Consciousness is a magician, a trickster.

I feel a great rationalist through your artistic words, my friend. It interests me how you think my friend. Still I miss some links though, I say it honest to you...how well you try to interpret the (maybe) "for you" position. Feeling is something personal. I appreciate you, do not get me wrong, I am so honored with the most of your reviews, but I wonder from friend to friend, have you ever had another deeper experience? (hence to your last words)? calling it a magician, or a trickster, says to me you haven't. I'm so curious now... love your review though. Thanks for all the effort, - Elisa

[Aethereal]

It's that collection of illusions generated by our minds that enable us to have these feelings. Without an illusion we'd have no idea what an optical motion picture is telling us about its content. Just because our minds are tricksters is no reason not to enjoy them, but we must also realize that they are tricksters. What we perceive reality to be and what it really is are two different modes. Your poem expresses a common psychological event related to the theory of consciousness.

Thank you for explaining my friend. I love the way you think, you have the ability to dig deeper into a mind, not to confuse with Psychosis, or delirums, for I've watched a near person for more than a year with this disease from close happening, I talk about being born to see something, probably we can't realize it to the normal oculair eyes, but some of my feeling friends will agree with me on this. Which Psychiatrist, or Psychologe, can actually enter a mind? when each or everyone is another individual? the shrink feelings, they shrink minds, they try to absorb you, but do they know the difference between visual signs, arts, visions, next to psychosis? do they have counting seismology apperature to see the supernatural things? it's a funny discussion. I wonder as a sober one, always, where lays the border, where lays that fantastic brain, who can understand mine. :) in highs and lows... real/unreal, I can talk all night about this, but I won't lol... :) it's my study, always. Take care my friend! xo

[Aethereal]

When you write poems about states of consciousness, everyone who has experienced the state of consciousness that you're writing about identifies with it. There are poems about the LSD experience and so forth. Thanks for your detailed reply!

Yes, I believe, but what I'm so interested about is the state of real unconciousness, into conciousness. LSD is a drug, many are on drugs, but they have different experiences as when the ones see things, just when they are sober. That's the point, did you ever seen anything when you were sober? You're welcome, I'm ever open to discussion. :) I still think you can imagine, but you never had... much love, speak soon! :)

[Aethereal]

Our conscious mind is never sober in that it's never completely in touch with its subconscious controller. Psychoanalysis is all about understanding the subconscious controller that signifies who we really are, and why we really do all the things that we do. The conscious mind is blind.

Interesting, friend, I have to research your statements... :) for I love to do... I wonder why I have 8 vivid dreams a night for example, and many of my friends don't. I wonder why I can remember things of my youth, from when I was 2 years old, and others dont'. (little examples). I think it's a real interesting subject. No one ever told me before the conscious mind is blind, I have to study more of "Uncertainty principle" theory, (Heisenberg Principle), anyway, I enjoyed the level tonight, thanks for being around... I highly appreciate these discussions! :) I go back to the world of seeing now... ;-) till soon, will come by to review you!

[Aethereal]

Sweet dreams, all eight of 'em! Your dreams are telling you about yourself.

Always, that's why many of them are represented here, as even as I keep always a dream diary.
I study them. :) It's never ending hehe... sweet dreams to you too friend! thanks for the thoughts.

[KeeD]

The atmosphere of this poem is like entering a room of a house you owned lifetimes ago, a sort of deja vu feeling but you never know, rebirth is something that is a mystery to the living. The mutual respect we have for time as it has for us, it can be cruel and it can be beautiful but time will tell that tale all we have to do is respect the story it has for us. Your thought process and conceptual ideas are unique and always very captivating to read its quite alluring to the reader and truly exceptional

Thank you so much friend! I so appreciate your feedback, for it's to the point, and I'm so glad you did said, deja vu ;) you get my brain. Thank you so much! made an error on feet/feed, lol, I was probably too much in the write again ;-)

[Nihad Dweidary]

Wow. You really carried me on an amazing journey here. You know what is so interesting? When you look at the past, things we have done or been through don't live again. What really survives is how we felt about them. It could be 10 years or a lifetime, A country, a town, a neighborhood, or a street, but the flicker is our emotions transmitted by memory. Superb! -Nihad

Beautifully said, for me somehow the dead aren't dead as you still connect with them through memories or feelings, or visions, for me someome is certainly dead only, when I can say, I don't think a single minute or day at this person or animal anymore... (when it's completely out of my memory). I thank you greatly for this review my friend. So good to have your reviews by, - Elisa

[Sahar moonlight]

The title caught my attention at first.
Then when i read it, i found that it is a one unique perfect piece!
Had been long since I've read such poems!
Thanks for sharing!

Thank you so much Sahar! for being here and your time and review... I won't forget :) x

[Shawn Purcell]

You really know how to 'paint' a picture. The music, photography and of course the poetry are all top notch.

Thank you dearly Shawn, for I so appreciate your visit, I won't forget :)

[Shawn Purcell]

My pleasure...Kind words from a great poet.

I really mean it, I so love it you come by! for I am reserved. And that you notice me, is great. Tomorrow I will delve into more of you!

[Shawn Purcell]

Thank you...Let me know if you enjoy :)

I will, when I come by, it's meant, and heartfelt, not in any rush :) for I do love to make effort and give the exact feeling into a review. :)

[Shawn Purcell]

Great! I look forward to hearing what you have to say.

[quinfinn]

spooky and ethereal, a masterpiece of the not so human condition....excellent write!

Thank you dearly Quin! I like what you got out of this write, hope all is well, and can't wait to catch up on your writings :D

[quinfinn]

life is peachy. thank you, my dear...glad to see you back

It is, but I'm an Apple ;) just kidding :D Good to be back and have some fun on this place! :)

[quinfinn]

apples make excellent pie....welcome home, dear poetess

Thank you very much Quinny! :)

[Friday]

Exquisite I think. Reciprocality and time. Interesting theme and very vivid.

Thank you very much F. :)

[BL]

I like the afterimage theme of this, where an impression of the past reoccurs in a ghost like way. The photo above seems to imply that it has picked up something the naked eye never could. I like the font, as though typed in the 1930s or 40s, it gives this poem a great feel and atmosphere.

Bluely, thank you dear for your words here. You have sharp eyes! happy to have you around! :)

[BL]

Yes I do have sharp eyes....now where are my glasses :-)

Hahaha.... ;) funny you! x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

first line...should be "breath"

but wow what an eerie scene painted here---she is a ghost walking the streets...she is the past...
the traffic of life killed her...a fragment faster than the sentence she tried to complete.
"the wet streets of our inside edges"

only you come up with such phrasing..

you have such a poetically inclined mind.

jacob

Thank you jacob, for this most beautiful review, and thank you for catching the typo, I am going to change it right away :) always a honor when you come by my friend.