facts are cold
with hard edges
they keep me awake at night
I crave the misty blur
of make-believe and fiction
when imagination
slips between the covers
I am in another world
place or time
and even though
they were written by another
the facts are all mine
Kim M. Russell, 8th November 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Reading Fiction
Susan asks what happens when we read fiction: does it seem more a physical, intellectual, emotional or spiritual engagement? Or don’t we read it? She tells us that some say fiction distracts us from a true path, but others believe with Ralph Waldo Emerson that “Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.” Our challenge is to write a new poem with ‘reading fiction’ as topic and/or motif.
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You’ve put it wonderfully: this craving for the misty blur of the make-believe and owning the facts. So true.
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Thank you, Sumana.
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What fun! You show profound truth in a perfect ending, and your images speak volumes!
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I love slipping into a well written book! And all kinds of worlds open up, especially if one reads across the genres … it’s always an adventure, and you never quite know that you might discover.
Great ending to this poem – I think it speaks a profound truth –
an amazing story, well written, may have been penned by another, but the “facts” do become one’s own!
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Thanks Pat! I love your appreciation. 🙂
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I love to live other lives by reading fiction!
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😊
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Aint that something, they way we find ourselves in some many other stories?
Thanks for dropping by my blog Kim
Much🇹🇹love
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😊💟
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I love that closing line! We do take on other’s lives and adventures when we dive into a book.
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In some books, I blend in with the characters and live the story!
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