I do discern that it was a human error
Or is it mere a terror of this mirror.
The domain of love that I envisage
To greet the torment of my affable age.
I do concede that to err is human
How did it epitomize my own man?
Is it the real ordeal of my own disdain,
Or is it barely another slip of refrain?
The blunder of the mirror is a reflection
Of my tranquilized mind’s recollection
That doth long for my love’s resurrection
By superficial maladies of imperfection.
Author notes
It is only after a blunder, we long for our love, down under.
A contest entry
- My First Picture Contest by Ethereal One.
900 points, ended May 20, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wow I really like this poem. Ecspecially since I can relate to it. My favorite part of the poem is the last verse.
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Where's your GOLD? This is superbly written and I love the way you have given this picture so much poetic justice. Well done my friend.
Hugs and love,
Petratani
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nicee,bit soophisticated,mysterious sent message,but deep,nice
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this was
absolutely wonderful and had an amazing flow... I loved the rhyme scheme and the rhythm and it did not seem at all forced and managed to be effective/powerful as well... What a great way in which you've managed to combine these words!
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Good...
Hey, I really enjoyed reading this. It was very interesting.
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I'm glad that I checked out your stuff. WHAT A WONDERFUL SURPRISE!!!
I think that all three verses had their own unique quality, and that's what I liked about this poem. GOOD LUCK in the contest. -
well written
I like the questioning feel you create in this poem. Terror of this mirror adds to the mysterious nature of the poem. I really like these 2 lines:
"The blunder of the mirror is a reflection
Of my tranquilized mind’s recollection"
Thank you for entering this contest, and good luck!
Aurora 2012
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Loved it
Your words painted a grand picture here. Your words are greatly describetive. Well enjoyed (Lisa)
"I do concede that to err is human
How did it epitomize my own man?
Is it the real ordeal of my own disdain,
Or is it barely another slip of refrain?
The blunder of the mirror is a reflection
Of my tranquilized mind’s recollection
That doth long for my love’s resurrection
By superficial maladies of imperfection."
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nice,sophisticated strong words that make the idea bit unclear,but still great work and effort
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