REFLECTION?
What I see is not me
Just a part of me.
What appears so soothingly suave
is actually a farce!
I knew it all along
but let it be -
letting it hide in the corners
of the darkening alleys
of my grey heart.
"Who would know?"
I asked myself.
"I will" she answered
and there she stood
in all her grace -
black soot -
not a trace.
It was me,
the whole of me,
the one that was really Me.
And then, I realized.
It was all a reflection,
in a mirror
of my true self
a wounded vulturous vine
that had revealed to me-
MYSELF as ME!
35 comments:
I absolutely loved this, so well written!
Vulturous? Could that not have been voluptuous? I bet it'd be more like the real you... But I enjoyed the poem, nevertheless. :)
Things are rarely what they appear to be.
Powerful words, seeking the hidden truth of oneself. Nicely done.
You have reflected your poem beautifully!
ask a true friend, they are the best mirror
It would indeed be wonderful if a mirror would reflect one's true self. Beautiful poem.
A foreboding piece, timely as Halloween is right around the corner. "Black soot, grey heart, and darkening alleys all point to mystery and chills.
Great Mag!
well done!
you did a beautiful job..
realization is fascinating...a process to grow.
smart magpie.
Wow, rather haunting. . .
Beautifully written. I enjoyed reading it.
if only we could see beyind the reflection that stares back at us...very nice verse...
the one that is really me..many layers that reveal a person's heart and let us see..nice write
yes, sometimes, we do only see part of ourselves in a mirror :)
My Magpie is Here
Thanks Leo for your comment. Yes, we are so broken up in little pieces of ego, etc that we seldom get to see the whole of ourselves, the way it was supposed to be!
Thanks Deborah. With your comment, I supposed I can continue contributing for more magpies.
Thanks Jinksy. I am happy that you enjoyed the poem. That was my main objective.
Very true Martin. We all are caught in disguises and farce.
Thanks Reflection. That is a lovely piece of encouragement.
Thanks Uma. The same with yours.....
Very true Rene. A friend is the real reflection but sometimes, even that can be a farce... So the soul is the only friend. What say you?
Thank you Mary. Mirrors seldom express the real US. We see what we are at that moment...
Thanks Teresa. Didn't realize Halloween was so near. But yes, mirrors seldom reflect the real ME...
Thanks Kathew. Liked your poem too.
Thanks Jingle. Loved your appreciation. Encouraging.
Thanks Anacronk. Did not want to make it exactly haunting but it turned out that way. Didn't it?
Thanks Sue.
Yes, Brian, the mirror is what we see, what we want to see, whether it is true or not!
Thanks.
Thanks Claudia. The mirroring ways of life!!
Thanks Claudia. The mirroring ways of life!!
the one that is really me..many layers that reveal a person's heart and let us see..nice write
Thanks Uma. The same with yours.....
It would indeed be wonderful if a mirror would reflect one's true self. Beautiful poem.
Things are rarely what they appear to be.
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