Flashlight search
for mirror reflection,
mere sepia hazes
of skewed reality.
Only upon craning my neck to the sky
did i finally find my answer -
entwined with the shoes long devoid of laces;
the trousers with nonexistent knees
and the trenchcoats which soap has never loved -
all rumours of transcendancy perished.
His eye reflected myself:
i am fucking beautiful..
Author notes
“One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.”
~ Loren Eiseley
A contest entry
- Sunday Morning Quickie by poet2angels.
650 points, ended February 23, 2009, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is so unique, so magical
filled with smile and I love it
Lynda
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