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
I don’t like mirrors.
Poetry written for VisDare 19: Mirror