Friday, February 8, 2013

quilted window pain

A photo from my archives. This is an old factory window, boarded up. I really like the textures of the wood that comes through, both in the areas that are still covered with glass and those that are bleached by exposure to the elements. The squares remind me of the squares in a quilt... and the broken glass and uneven reflections allude to the memory of lives that passed before this window's gaze. I hope you like both the photo and the poem that accompanies it.

[ f/13, 1/100, 50mm, ISO 100 ]

Quilted Window Pain

maybe
if you were created
3/4 of a century later

your memories
might have been recorded
in a series of zeros
and ones

instead of in glass

with panes
either broken
or whole

reflecting
the lives
of the people
you've seen below

some
while passing before you
indeed were falling
to the wayside

their hopes broken
unable to move
beyond cracks
too deep to bridge

the truth is
that they
were always there

and will be still

rarely seen
among the skyward looking

invisible
beyond the gaze

of those that lived
under the reflected
blue skies

passing beneath you
free from worry

humming
some happy refrain

yet their stories
are forever
interweaved
with yours

for there is
no true escape
from the reflections
within this quilted window pain

All poetry and photos are copyright and the property of Mario Cerroni. Please do not copy or use without permission.

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10 comments:

  1. Great post. I like to read your post very much. Thanks for sharing !!

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  2. Another stunning picture ~ So many stories to tell and share indeed ~

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  3. Your photo is gorgeous, and your words support it perfectly. Lovely, both words and image!

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  4. Each season has it's method of recording. The reflections on glass seems to be one that will be there forever. And I wonder about the people there.
    Thanks for recording this.

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  5. aren't we all reflections really of what people want to see in us. well done

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  6. Wow, no escape from those reflections! Just a stunning photo this week, Mario. And the 'reflective' poem you wrote to it definitely gives it voice.

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  7. This is one of my favourites of yours, Mario. I love the premise: lives captured in the reflections of old glass, and that photo is out of this world amazing.

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  8. The photo is stunning - such beautiful colors and textures. Amazing. I enjoyed the reverie of the poem as well - so much history, so many lives, everywhere, largely going unnoticed.

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  9. reflection was a great word - your work does make the reader pause and ponder

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  10. The binary comparison was great, hugely creative. The poem definitely has its own life beyond the photo (although the photo is magnificent).

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