One Single Impression: Avatar

A dream come to life
The breath and pulse
The living heat of my

Wildest imagination

You are real

You are not

Avatar
I close in on you
Bracket you with my embrace
Though I am dreaming
Flatten you with my love
Though I am dreaming
Give you everything
I want to give away

And by the way
Aren't I wonderful

Won't you say it
Say

I am wonderful for giving away
All that I want to give away

The muck, the detritus of my soul
Becomes the earth

From which

I shape

My soul mate.

Avatar
Great hole in the ground
Into which I empty myself

Avatar. Cistern.
From you I draw the muck
From which I form myself.

I love you,
Avatar.

Love me back.
I am your god.

This poem is a response to the prompt avatar at One Single Impression. It has nothing to do with the movie. Lately I've been thinking of how we make others over according to our own needs and according to the dictates of our egos in an attempt to satisfy what we think is a need for another. So often that need is a desire for self. That is, we seek in others what we long for in ourselves. It's as painful as it is maddening to think you're a person only to realize you're a sounding board. I hate it. This is an angry, angry poem.

Comments

  1. That was just brilliant! I have no others words, loved the entire concept of creating you own Avatar! Fascinating!

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  2. how funny, haven't seen the movie and don't plan to but enjoyed your poem.

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  3. I always like your fine poems, Sandy. As Lin Floyd, I haven't seen the movie.

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  4. Well done Sandy. I very much enjoyed this one.

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  5. I've always like the word avatar and how it has transmuted and changed as we've changed the way we use it... maybe I'll try to come up with something for this one.

    I like the way this seems, to me anyway, to flow in and out of itself, playing with the imaginary and spiritual meanings.

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  6. oooooo... great!

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  7. You must have been to the movies this weekend. My DB really liked that movie too. He was so excited after seeing it it made me want to go see it in 3D. Love the poem. It is exciting.

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  8. intriguing thought, the perfect love, the perfect lover, is ourself.

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  9. Let it out!



    Aloha from Hawaii, Sandy


    Comfort Spiral

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  10. Much to ponder here.

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  11. nice one...very intriguing...

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  12. It's the bad as well as the good that makes us what we are.

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  13. Great words, and you're so right in your explanation.

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  14. For me, the anger is at its most explosive with the words:
    "I am wonderful for giving away
    All that I want to give away..."
    What a twist on twist! A volcanic poem that fascinates with its horrible beauty!

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  15. Anonymous6:52 PM

    Anger is the doorbell chime of change; it heralds understanding, it is the roiling water beneath the cliffs of uncertainty.

    Sometimes our greatest detriment is the search to fill the void. It exists as its own fulfilled purpose; emptiness is a state of Being.

    You've written this with so much feeling, so much power. This is Good.

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  16. Very powerful, Sandy, and actually, though it's an angry poem, it still has its beauty. Also, I suppose it's only natural to seek in others what we can't provide for ourselves, though wouldn't it be great if that need didn't exist. Great post!

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  17. Dear Sandy--
    I love the grittiness of this poem--and I so agree that we, or at least I, am guilty of trying to shape relationships into a projection of my need.

    Trying to go cold-turkey on that. Sometimes off and then on the wagon!

    Love this--thank you, as always for your honesty and courage.

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  18. that was a real beautiful, gritty poem! nicely said Sandy!

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  19. http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/03/29/oh-my-the-snakeman-is-after-me-help-awards/

    poetry awards for your creative writing,
    cool post!

    Happy Monday!

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  20. Anonymous3:37 PM

    I haven't seen the movie, either, but get the drift, and did enjoy this 'sparky' poem.

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  21. Explosive and provocative piece. Knowledge is a double edge. Enjoyed the read.

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  22. Very deep, and excellently written. Thank you for those soul-searching thoughts today.

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  23. Sandy, I completely enjoyed and took to heart what you say after your poem. Simply, what you say is so true, so common and almost impossible for life to be anything but a reflection. To listen from perhaps an empty state, or more certainly receptive, wanting to know and experience the other... then maybe we can find out who the other is, or they us.
    though your poem is angry
    it is so well said.

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  24. Wow- that is one powerful peom Sandy! I did sense your anger even before reading your explanation. You are right on- and that is so very true- unfortunately!

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  25. I was in a relationship years ago (not abusive, I must add), but looking back, I know now that I was the "avatar" for that person. It's nice when you wake up one day and find that the person in the mirror is sufficient—it's not necessary to be anyone's ideal.

    Great poem (I didn't even think of the movie).

    Kat

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  26. Powerful and perceptive! It is not just anger I sense here, but a fearlessness that impels the growing edge. Thank goodness mud is a malleable medium.

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  27. hi sandy, writing is sooo cathartic... i enjoyed the expression of anger in words that swelled with emotion... especially so the comments at the end expanding on your poem...

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  28. I love you,
    Avatar.

    Love me back.
    I am your god.

    I am in control.

    I liked the way you worked through with this, Sandy. I was not happy about the drawing from the cistern bit but it fits in really well.
    Personally I don't like to see drawing from the cistern if it brings muck.

    Sorry I'm so late, I've cut way back on blogging for a bit. (No motorcycle rides though, golfing yes.)
    ..

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  29. Brilliant, incisive, still beautiful.

    And I wonder if anything else is ever entirely possible?

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