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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Magpie 224









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Am I supposed to know you?
Ye, twin of mine.
With the same playbill of ages in less-than-distance's reach
on both ends
both your side and my side,
we have seen the same shows, have we not?
And our hair comes from the same birth,
and the same shapes,
and the same curls, do they not?
Then, how does the mirror have the power to take the identical identity away?
Why,
when I watch your back,
and you turn your head from mine
for so long,
does the difference between
you and I
shut the sameness away into a box.
We can look in the same direction without seeing the same things,
you know.
And in my brain,
all I see is your back
a retreating, hateful back.
And in your brain,
all you see is nothing
of me.
You never see me until my screams echo the distance between two worlds.
How am I supposed to know you?
Ye, twin of mine,
when our arguments over the same shows
clash against each other,
not like cymbals,
but like fingertips
hitting precisely where bone and skin meet skin and bone,
hitting precisely where the contact causes tingles through the hand,
hitting precisely where it is uncomfortable but not altogether a pain that scars?
And who is on whose side, anyways?
Which hand are you? Which hand am I?
Am I the one who watches your back each day or are you the one behind mine?

June 17, 2014. 3:21 pm.

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This one is about me and my brother (we are actually twins ^_^). I didn't end up using the title of the piece of art, myself, but I'm sure there's a way you could make it relate. :)
We just had an argument over the mail... -_-
All I wanted was a "yes" or "no" about whether or not he was going to get the mail but he just had to ask me a question in response....and guess what it was.... "Can you get it?"
Not even a "no, can you get it?", just a CAN YOU GET IT
For my family, our mailbox is on the left hand side and the driver usually gets it. I was in the passenger seat... He was closer. I mean, yeah, I have something coming in the mail eventually, but i am NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS MAIL AROUND HERE.

So this is pretty much supposed to be about how we are twins but we completely DON'T see eye-to-eye in a lot of situations. I got really mad at him this time. I was yelling in his face by the end of it....which I'm not proud of and will need to apologize to him later. I just don't understand why he wouldn't just give me a "yes" or "no", even after he simply explained himself. All he had to do was give me a solid answer and not the "mu" thing (which pretty much is a neutral answer to a yes/no question and means "the answer is wrong" because it's a yes/no question and there are other answers to it).

Both of us said things that we were absolutely positive the other one should be able to understand. I don't know if it's because I interact with more people during the day and he with less that we're so different in how we want to explain things... but I decided to use this prompt as a way to explore how much we are alike despite our major differences and how it is nearly impossible to tell which one is right and which one is wrong, despite my best and most emotionally fueled desires and beliefs that I was the one who was in the right and he was the one who was absolutely in the wrong. It's a scary and frustrating thing to thing about, but I think that's probably okay. One of those healthy things even though they make your stomach churn and get all up into knots.

Magpie Tales

"Not To Be Reproduced", 1937, Rene Magritte

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8 comments:

  1. Hey, I just loved this one with the idea of twins - so different yet so alike.
    Twins argue, Sisters argue, Brothers argue and every combination in between but bottom line is that they love each.

    However sometimes there is a rift whuch cannot heal caused by external influences causing an irreversible wedge which cannot be repaired. That is what my poem is all about.
    Hope you pop over to have a read. I have already signed up to your blog and I am very pleased to meet you and share Magpie Tales creations.
    I am Eddie from Clouds and Silvery Linings, Welcome to Blogsville - a really fun place to be.

    Eddie

    Clouds and Silvery Linings

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  2. Hi Kelsey

    Tried before to post an email which went straight to the little green men on the moon somewhere.
    I love your poem and idea of it - similar to mine. I'd be honoured if you would have a look.
    Welcome to BlogLand.
    I am Eddie at Clouds and Silvery Linings,
    Nice to meet you.

    Clouds and Silvery Linings

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    1. Hi Eddie! It's nice to meet you too :)
      I apologize for the confusion. I don't allow any comments to be published until I personally review them, so that's why none of yours showed up. No worries, though.

      I would love to come look at your poem, of course. How exciting to have similar takes on it!

      And, ah, that BlogLand, this dear ol' Blogsville, I've been here...what... four years now? It's crazy. I love it here and I think it'll keep carrying me through a lot more lovely years.

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  4. Glad my perseverence paid off!
    Lots of lesser men would have given up! ROFL
    Great to meet you and thanks for the comment.

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  5. Wow! I always wondered what it'd be like to have a twin it looks like a special relationship but not all twins love it.

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    1. Oh my gosh, hi :) and wow, yeah, I love having a twin. We're both under a ton of stress right now, though. We're going into senior year so we've got our last attempts at the ACT and the SAT coming up real soon, our parents are getting divorced, and this final summer before college is coming to an end (which is exciting, of course, but that means most familiar things are slipping away). So it's all really crazy right now. ..

      Okay, I guess when I first read your comment I went "omg!!!!" because I don't want you to think that I don't love having a twin. I love it... to the moon and back, and him (most days :P). It is definitely a special relationship. I always come back to him after fights...you know, he's always been the only one that's always been there. We were in the womb together haha! I think that's hilarious sometimes, especially now that I can't really imagine being a baby.

      Right now, however, since we're going through a lot (I guess that's why...), I get really frustrated with him. He also has a temper that has caused a lot of ruckus in our household, and it's gotten to the point for me that sometimes all this resentment comes out when I get annoyed with him, and that's when I get angry. This poem is really about how disappointing it is that I don't feel like I understand him... but I feel like I should! I mean, I've spent 18 years with this human being and I still don't know what makes him tick all the time?? And why do I get so annoyed with him?? And why won't he talk to me about what's bothering him because I would looveee that kind of relationship. ..But, yes, having a twin... it's awesome!
      And we do have a good relationship. When things get really bad, it's a super blessing in a super curse... because I know he really loves me, he knows I really love him, and we want the best for each other, and we want to be there for each other.

      I hope that gives a little more of the other side of having a twin ..other than this super depressing side! ^_^ I have been asked "What's it like having a twin?" soooo many times. And if they want to know, I want them to know it's as cool as people usually think.

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  6. Interesting poem, an insight into what it is like to have a twin.

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