“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Mirrors without reflection
Easy acceptance is a mirror
some more flattering than others
framed and hung
for anyone.
I avoid telling and tip-toe around showing
despite being told
do not believe simply
what you see...
It should be said, instead,
Believe in everything you cannot see
clearly.
The best way to tell the truth is gently.
Does anyone discuss a passing breeze?
But oh how they know about that last tornado!
You too,
have felt time jump and stretch,
but can you feel yourself slipping
on the surface-
if you catch the continental drift-
you know-
Archetypes and Adaptations are Alive.
The same story with new lines,
reflecting the ages
for anyone
that does not appear
in natural light.
A mirror is no
window.
Painting by Vilhelm Hammershøi, Interior with a mirror (1907) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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