Our Chains, Our Dreams: Part Three

"I returned to the house of my early years." sings the first line of Alexandro Acevedo Johns 's poem. It is the very beginning of a tale told by the many poetic voices of this collection: a multifaceted story that unfolds through c. fifty poems. Along its paths, different places and characters, but all of them speak of us: if we look carefully, we can recognize ourselves in those distorted images reflected in a series of animate multiform mirrors..
But is Alexandro's incipit the real beginning of this story? As Souren Mondal says, "Often we begin from where we / thought we would end"... And maybe, with Kenneth Gurney, we could add, "I wondered if the same is true for you."
From a different mirror, Richard Deodati puts a question: "And the message in the bottle found floating out at sea?"
A message entrusted to the ocean currents... an appeal from a remote past..? Maybe a recording entrusted to the www currents, randomly running.. What does that bottle hide?
"Flower dust chased to the corners," Steven Vogel says; or even "The sound of laughter of the passers-by", hints Al Ahmadi.
"Nevertheless, /" as Farshad Fereshteh Hekmat offers, "a single drop of love / would be enough to save the world."
And ourselves.
Yet, this is not just a sophisticated game of mirrors. This is real LIFE: from our past to our next future..
Enjoy the reading.