There's a crack upon this looking glass
And it distorts the things we see,
The picture may seem clear enough,
But it's a vague reality.
There's something missing from the image;
The balance is not quite right.
My own reflection is quite murky
As if sunbathed in candlelight.
The air around me glimmers
With the truths of this mirage,
But all I see are falsehoods
Clothed in darkened camouflage.
There are mysteries that carve their way
Into this jaded mirror,
And when they're brought into the light
We all may see much clearer.
Author notes
An addition to my collection on the paintbrush theme
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You know what, little sis? I don't think I have ever seen you rhyme before, and this attempt (if it is indeed the first--I don't come here that often nowadays and my mind is so full of other worries that I don't remember stuff anymore) is a mark of true artistry.
I did not think of a paintbrush theme when I read this...I saw instead the magic mirror turned evil, distorting and destroying one's image of oneself (as often tends to happen when we have low self-esteem or a trauma that alters the course of our lives). I heard this conversation:
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"
"Not you, you worthless bitch!" (insert evil laughter)
You get my drift, right?
Anyway, I am glad to see you again. I love some of your images here, especially that of being sunbathed in candlelight. (Insanely beautiful!)
I am so glad to hear from you again! And see another poem. It brightens my day!
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora (big sis)
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