Scrambled Reality


Of cubism,
I am ignorant
yet, I relate

To express
depths of perception
concurrent aspects

Of a multi –

Or even
to embrace
the possibility

of oneness
in fractured

I pull apart the pieces
re-create the image
still cannot find the whole.

(Reena’s Exploration challenge this week is cubism, a subject I know nothing about, but it does seem to fit with this self-portrait I’ve been working on.  Synchronicity in action.)



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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

31 thoughts on “Scrambled Reality”

  1. Your poem reminds me so much of a graduate American lit seminar I took in grad school, in which we spent an entire class discussing cubsim’s relationship to modernism. I actually made a comment about “the essence of chairness” with a straight face.

    Your use of cubism as a metaphor for the fragmentation of the self is very effective.


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