A mirror

Simple in it’s contruction

yet complex in its dept.

Placed before us

it offers a glimpse of now.

A person or people

reflected in the moment.

A smile, a pretty face, a satisfied glimpse.

For some, the mirror is a curse.

A seemingly counterintuitive device

reflecting the soul not the flesh.

A faceless reflection 

illuminating pain and disfunction.

Or a blank mirror

reflecting nonthingness.

I don’t like mirrors.

Poetry written for VisDare 19: Mirror


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