Art Lovers discussion

have a poem in Third Wednesday.

https://thirdwednesdaymagazine.org/20...

Thanks for the link Ruth!
Always nice to read a poem of yours
...only... would you mind explaining the title?

Very nice, Ruth. I like the images.

I like the imagery, too.
And along with Dirk, is there some correlation to the title?

The title? Most things are something they are not.

Ruth wrote: "The title? Most things are something they are not."

Eh...something like this: a facsimile is a copy and so not the same as the original.
The poem is about loss and memories.
And memories are like a facsimile.

Am I close?

Yep!

I read somewhere at some time in all my neuro science reading, and now I don't remember it correctly, but our memories are always different with the passing of time. And they change drastically the more time that passes.

I am remembering the number 14, but I'm not sure if that is 14 minutes or 14 days, but our memories change every 14 minutes that pass, they shift. Or every 14 days our memories change to either become sweeter, or more bitter, or however we perceive them. They tend to gravitate that way every 14...something.

But of course, it's been probably over 14 years that I read that, and my memory not only shifted, it's gone!