The Reflection is a Lie
I know this because I
have swam its murky depths,
camoflauged as something cerulean.
And it contains a river
that runs North,
calm as an old stone,
clear as the sky,
but what rages beneath
that crystal exterior is unknown.
It is the great deceptor,
mimicking an illusion
more grandeur than fantasy,
more perplexing than mystery,
for what sight could be
more keen than the naked eyeball,
flesh against fair flesh?
You cast a gaze into
the center-stroke of its surface,
silver as a traveling star,
slick as polish across metal,
and ask of yourself,
which one of us sees best?
written for a poetry prompt at Poets United.
I fear my mirror is no great deceptor ... it is painfully honest OR some strange old lady is living in my house! Beautiful words, as always, Stacy!
ReplyDeleteStacy, so lovely to read You! I adore the lines "it contains a river that runs north, calm as an old stone, clear as the sky". Lovely you stopped by Poets United. I missed you.
ReplyDeletei miss all the poetry communities. full of beautiful souls. i've had a bit of writers block it seems. thank you for stopping by, sherry. <3
DeleteA fascinating, intriguing poem.
ReplyDelete"but what rages beneath
ReplyDeletethat crystal exterior is unknown."...love this contrast of appearance and reality ....
so nice to see you Stacy :)
You cast a gaze into
ReplyDeletethe center-stroke of its surface,
silver as a traveling star,
slick as polish across metal,
and ask of yourself,
which one of us sees best?
Wow!! Such a deep and contemplative write!!