Haunting lines, Teresa, paired perfectly with the mysterious image of this woman. Both the image and your lines demonstrate clearly that, in art, what is left unsaid and unrevealed is just as important as what is said and made explicit.
There is a hotel I visit in dreams and everybody I ever knew is there. Around some, I am a little boy. Around others, I am a guiding father. The Victorians smell of tweed and tobacco. Every floor is a ground floor.
Haunting lines, Teresa, paired perfectly with the mysterious image of this woman. Both the image and your lines demonstrate clearly that, in art, what is left unsaid and unrevealed is just as important as what is said and made explicit.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, George. It's what I love about micropoetry ... arriving at the essence. :)
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Haunting, but beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you .... :)
DeleteThere is a hotel I visit in dreams and everybody I ever knew is there. Around some, I am a little boy. Around others, I am a guiding father. The Victorians smell of tweed and tobacco. Every floor is a ground floor.
ReplyDeleteI love all that seems to represent ... and it's so good to see our loved ones again ... :)
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