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What is a reflection?

A hundred roaring fireballs

shimmering afloat but rendered mute

on a bed of dusk waves.

An intruder’s face

in the stillness of a pond.

Hands legs nose chin        juxtaposed

and then reversed, standing aloof.

A perception cocktail of moods

stirred in with thoughts and previous impressions of self.

 

Are the infinite me’s

as I stand between two parallel mirrors

enough to find the real me?

 

Can I use a fine tooth comb

to weed out the layers of cosmetic culturing,

and the lies I believe?

 

Will I ever see

more than bagged-circled eyes

and the not-in-fashion waist?

Will I ever look beyond

the disapproval in your eyes,

I saw yesteryear-day?

 

What lurks underneath the mirror?

Can it make me feel better?

If you saw my reflection

will you know how

I see me?

 

This poem was written for ‘what the-‘ prompt at Imaginary Toads.

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What is a reflection?
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12 thoughts on “What is a reflection?

  • June 26, 2018 at 12:25 am
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    A lovely thought-provoking piece. Perhaps the real purpose of mirrors is to teach us to see ourselves with greater compassion and loving-kindness.

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    • June 27, 2018 at 5:42 pm
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      Thank you Deborah for your comment. I like the way you interpreted my words.

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  • June 18, 2018 at 2:46 am
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    a reflection of ourself – standing aloof – a number of wonderful observations throughout this poem.

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  • June 17, 2018 at 2:33 am
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    This is digging deeply, and as a result incredibly thought provoking!!

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  • June 17, 2018 at 1:30 am
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    Love the thought of reflections… there is a sense of distrust in the mirrors… what is for real?
    Love that thought… really cool

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  • June 16, 2018 at 10:04 pm
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    Beautifully eloquent write! 💜

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  • June 16, 2018 at 1:11 pm
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    Beautiful. Just beautiful. Reminds me of a poem I wrote about reflection. But this is brilliant . Especially loved these lines

    Are the infinite me’s

    as I stand between two parallel mirrors

    enough to find the real me?

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    • June 16, 2018 at 8:45 pm
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      Thank you Priya. Glad you enjoyed it.

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  • June 16, 2018 at 12:00 am
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    This is a very sympathetic poem–the reader can understand the reflections–the doubts and the worries very well–they are very human and well depicted–agh! Hard to be a thinking being! Thanks much for participating in the prompt with this lovely piece. k.

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    • June 16, 2018 at 8:44 pm
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      And thank you for the lovely prompt!

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