Invisible

[CdnReader]

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Invisible

Look at me,
for it is only through you
that I exist.

I see myself reflected
through the vision of others.
I catch glimpses in store windows
as I pass by, laden with life.
I glance at a flash of movement,
but as soon as I look,
my self is gone.

I am invisible
within my own sight.
I'm missing in my own life.
I am my own vanishing point.

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[mazHur]

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Invisible

Look at me,
for it is only through you
that I exist.

I see myself reflected
through the vision of others.
I catch glimpses in store windows
as I pass by, laden with life.
I glance at a flash of movement,
but as soon as I look,
my self is gone.

I am invisible
within my own sight.
I'm missing in my own life.
I am my own vanishing point.

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cdn/23nov07
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lovely:)

[jlb4tlb]

very nice.

TY for sharing with us.

Jeff

[ampoule]

I like the opening directive and all of the lines that follow. Nice to see you Cdn.

[Sweets America]

Sad poem. I can relate to it a lot. I like the progression of it, it starts with a focus on the others to come to a focus on the self, and it adds to the sadness.

[CdnReader]

Thanks for your comments, everyone. Much appreciated. :)

Sweets, I don't think of this as a sad poem.... more of an observational perspective. But I can see why it might be interpreted that way. It's always interesting to see how everyone reads things differently.

[Sweets America]

Yes this is interesting how we see poems differently. I just reread it and I still see so much sadness in it.:( And loneliness. It sounds like the speaker is slowly getting erased from life in general, getting transparent or something. This is how it makes me feel.

[blazeofglory]

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Invisible

Look at me,
for it is only through you
that I exist.

I see myself reflected
through the vision of others.
I catch glimpses in store windows
as I pass by, laden with life.
I glance at a flash of movement,
but as soon as I look,
my self is gone.

I am invisible
within my own sight.
I'm missing in my own life.
I am my own vanishing point.

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cdn/23nov07
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The poem is, I guess, about light, for light is visible by others or other objects, and it needs a medium or something that reflects it? Am I right?

[Caravaggio]

It's like a riddle, and I think light would be a very good answer to it. I hope thats the case cuz that would fit perfectly, and it is a quite clever and enjoyable riddle at that.

[amanda_isabel]

i loved it... :)

[CdnReader]

Blaze and Caravaggio, yes, it is a riddle (of sorts), but not as hidden as you might think. The poem is about how we don't "see" ourselves in our own lives. We see ourselves reflected in mirrors, perhaps in photographs, but when we look out from our own eyes, we only see others, not ourselves. And "we" can only be seen by them, in turn. ;)

Re-read it now, Sweets. Still feel sad to you? :)

Amanda, I'm glad you liked it.

[Sweets America]

WOW, the idea of light is an excellent one, Blazeofglory!! I would never have thought of that!
Now Cdn, yes, I see what you mean, and this is also what I had understood, but in a sadder way. To me, it sounds that the person can only exist through the eyes of the others, and I cannot help thinking that if the others do not look at this person, then the person feels him/herself disappear. It is true that in a way we don't see ourselves in our lives, we see our reflection, and that is not necessarily sad. But I had seen this on a more emotional side, I had remembered how we sometimes can only see the best in ourselves through the eyes of a lover, and when we lose this, we lose a lot.

[CdnReader]

But there's another perspective, Sweets. Think of the joy of being "alive" in someone else's eyes.... As they "live" in our vision, so do we "live" in theirs. ;)

[Sweets America]

Oh yes, I see what you mean, that is true. :) The thing that scares me though is that we cannot be alive in our own eyes, and that means we depend on others, and our joy depends on others, and that is true. This is scary to me, because I think 'what if no one looked at me anymore?' Others always look at you, but when they do not do it with love, or when they despise you, the experience is not as great. :D
Anyway, I see what you mean. I hope my posts don't sound too depressive. :p

[Pendragon]

Your poem reminds me of the old question of which is real, you or your reflection? I'm glad to see you are still churning our D shaped wonders. Your poem book should be called "Symphony In D Major"... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Four/Boguet.gif

[CdnReader]

Thanks, Pen. Somehow the longest lines in my poems ALWAYS end up in the middle. :D

[PrinceMyshkin]

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Invisible

Look at me,
for it is only through you
that I exist.

I see myself reflected
through the vision of others.
I catch glimpses in store windows
as I pass by, laden with life.
I glance at a flash of movement,
but as soon as I look,
my self is gone.

I am invisible
within my own sight.
I'm missing in my own life.
I am my own vanishing point.

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cdn/23nov07
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Knowing (and caring) about both of you I was fascinated to see the back & forth between you and Sweets. I do tend to side with her bleaker reading of this. That final verse, especially the last line, really does not admit of any cheer!

But surely "laden with life" in

I catch glimpses in store windows
as I pass by, laden with life.

is wrong or at odds with the rest of the poem, where everything that one might call "life" is called into question as a possible illusion? Would you consider putting life within scare quotes?