Please submit poems to Cayelin at cayelink@gmail.com. These are some examples to inspire your sense of how the archetypes can be expressed poetically.
Reflection in a Tapestry
seeing the Virgo Pattern
I saw myself in a reflecting pool the other day.
It was….different
Mirrors are always so cold and impersonal. Just the facts.
Pools ripple and, I think, it’s always a bit shocking anyway.
To see that which I broadcast outward to everyone
and everything so casually thrown back at me.
It’s enough to make one stop and wonder.
Like hearing one’s own voice on a long forgotten memory
From the dusty archives of one’s past.
You don’t believe it’s you.
It’s too…unfamiliar
I saw my reflection in a stranger’s face the other day.
Just for a second,
Reflected in his eye before he glanced away
And as I saw him go on his way,
I realized I knew where he was going, and where he had been.
His entire story.
Because everywhere he had been, would be, and was being,
I would be, was being, or had been.
And I saw his story stretch out and touch others
And their stories and the stories of those they touched as their threads mingled
And how the whole thing was alive like a ball of odd living things
Constantly changing yet inextricably linked
And completely unaware of the life they had beyond the life they knew.
Like tissues in an organ.
Or cars on a highway.
And as I saw this web tangle and weave and spread
Into that geometric tapestry that I perceived from both without and within,
I knew I saw it as God must see it.
And the thought shocked me.
Because it looked a lot like me.
by Ryan Van Cleve
January 11, 2003