An imitation of This Is a Photograph of Me by Margaret Atwood
This is a Reflection of Me
I saw it some time ago.
At first is seems to be
likeness: waves and current
reflecting in the water;
then, as you continue to look
at it, you see towards the left
a glimpse of something: a fin
of a fish
(koi or sunfish) swimming
and, to the right, just a little further
what ought to be a gentle
stream, a group of rocks.
A cross the pond there is a forest,
And beyond that, threatening
(The reflection appeared
the moment before I drowned.
I am in the pond, just under
the surface, looking up no longer looking
It is difficult to see where
precisely, or to see
the effects the water has had:
the effect of fish
on their lunch changes appearances
but if you glance in just the right
you can see what is left of me.)
An Imitation of the first paragraph of Ernest Hemingway’s The Three Day Blow
The sun stopped shining as Jenn walked up the path to the old farm house. The lawn had been mowed and the rain began falling gently on the path. Jenn stopped and looked up atthe grey sky, noticing how the rain was darkening the walk further. The rain fell gently on her mascaraed eyelashes. The walk went from the road up to the porch of the old farm house. There was the garden, plants withering, bugs enjoying their lunch. In back was the garage, the animal pens, and the river cutting through the country side like a knife. The river rushed further down the way as she walked up. It was the first of the spring storms.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them. – Charles Bukowski in Tales of Ordinary Madness
Descriptive, multiple parts, repetition
The ____ ____ is ____, but ___ ____ it ____ ___ ___ it – _________ because ___ ____ ____, ____ ____, ____ you ___ ____ or ____ _____.
The caged lion is common, but you see it and you worship it – tragically because he’s a reflection, a reflection, of you and yours or your future.