Her reflection, floated like poison.
An ample stain upon the surface
glaring with shard to heart daydreams.
Statis-quo pretenses had
failed to make amends over troubled waters.
She let the turbulence subside,
to take a peek beneath the surface.
Seeing her lover had become a bitter stranger,
her own transparency was almost blinding.
It was all about her... ALWAYS about HER.
Too many wasted summer nights
had slid into a solo September.
Her looking-glass love affair
mirrors an even lonelier December.
Author notes
Image Prompt ~ Option #1
A contest entry
- picture me by eternalsol.
700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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beautiful
i love what you did with the pic its very deep and has lots of meming witch makes it nice thanx so much for entering
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There is only one love to betray and that is the love of self. It is such a graceless place where we see the being we portray. Beneath the masks, we wear and the games, we play -- we discover often a stranger there. You have stirred the waters well and portray the fate of one who burst the spell and fell into a silly game of thinking she was all she claimed. Humbleness is neither gift nor truth, simply a path to find at the root of all we be is not a wonder or a negative but instead a piece of the only One that connects us to everyone.
Had fun reading and enjoyed the way you exposed her.
Love,
Tom B.
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You came back with a BANG!!!! What a beautiful piece with wonderous flow.....Ya I know you wrote this about me since I am a primadonna and all but HEY! I guess thats why I love this so much! Truly beautifully done.....
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