I am the mirror
that you do not
want to see.
My prisms shine
all across the floor.
Infinite particles of me
that will never
be put back together again.
In this room
where I lie scattered
in a myriad of aspersions
there is stone silence.
No matter
how hard you try
to sweep me away
there will be pieces of me
forever reflecting you.
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A contest entry
- Show me something. by morgana raven.
900 points, ended December 30, 2008, 80 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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My prisms shine
all across the floor.
I like this imagery, a lot. The expression in the description was done well. I like this, a lot.
Thank you very much for entering.
Laura. -
This was beautiful, Swan song. (: It reminds me of Sylvia Plath's Mirror. Gosh, I'm just simply loving it.
Good Luck in the contest
- Aly
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great write
This poem strikes me in a different way than the meaning you may be portraying. The mirror is sort of an enemy of mine due to image issues.
fav: No matter
how hard you try
to sweep me away
there will be pieces of me
forever reflecting you.
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