Walking on the seashore I glanced across the distance
On the horizon, a tableau of characters appeared
Like a movie unreeling, soldiers crouching
In a long drawn out battle, surreal
Figures as in a dream
Hastened to view
Closer, faded
In the blue
Like a
Photo
Who
Will
Believe
A child barely
Twelve, isolated
Fond of reading, weaving
Dreams of make-believe characters
Yet, through the years, I wondered how such
Scene appear out of nowhere, projected into my
Uncomprehending mind, to be turned over and over, in silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pareidolia often has religious overtones. A study in Finland found that people who are religious or believe strongly in the supernatural are more likely to see faces in lifeless objects and landscapes. No matter the scientific explanation, this ability has become a survival tool for me and has helped me as an artistic device in my novels.