In honor of Hermann Rorschach’s birthday, I am sharing a poem I wrote in 2011 … 🙂



Now you see me, now you don’t.
Shape shifting, through your own scope.

See my black, feel my white,
there is no gray mixing in sight.

What am I now?
Can you discern?
Clear and distinct?
Nothing but blur?

Emotional inkblots, form my face,
blank canvas, waiting your gaze.

Blending images, mirroring folds,
ups and downs, living as whole.

Oil and water, my soul pangs,
longing conflux, forever resisting stable states.

Throw me a spin, add some color,
see what I am then.

Morphing into ideologies,
seeking rules for reality.

Extremes unbalanced raising glass,
call me Rorschach at your glance.

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