Memory is a Spyglass

memory is a spyglass

through which I see

a worn-out photograph

where my hand

is holding yours

on a stray land

 

night is a suitcase

in which I keep

the outer space

open it wide

and take with you

the galaxy inside

 

time is a snowflake

melting down

over a patchwork

on which we lay

looking up for

the silver plate

 

day is a sound box

of falling sand

inside an hourglass

turn it around

so we go back

to lay on the ground

Reviews

[Cerebriation]

I love the metaphors here. The stop and go flow makes me think of someone nervously speaking, and needing to stop and think too often. The connection between the four elements of this piece are sort of cloudy, but I think they are all basically the same picture dressed up differently. Great work!

[jdTella]

Hey man, that's a real review with an actual analysis (sort of haha), I really apreciate it, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Cerebriation]

Absolutely! That's the kind of reviews I like to read.