Shadows have voices;
I hear them--
in the movement of breath,
as it curls under words and sighs.
Tongue, tasting the past--
upon the salty flesh of memory,
thirstily devouring--
apparitions of self;
Mind caught--
amidst the twilight of truth,
as it creeps like age
upon the ignorance of youth.
And I am what once was,
conjoined with what is.
Twinned refractions--
contorted within the depths
of deepest reflection.
Until each twisted image
welcomes the other, soothed within
inner eye's mirrored acceptance...
Author notes
“One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.”
~ Loren Eiseley
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Comments
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Oh oh so true this is one of my biggest wonders ever cause I am so sure my own reflection is so different then others see me...deep and full of emotions that are seeded I think inside all of us
this write shows off that poetry talent...
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Stunning. Very reflective hon, congratulations.
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Perfect piece of reflection and acceptance of oneself...
"Until each twisted image
welcomes the other, soothed within
inner eye's mirrored acceptance... "
Beautiful!
Lynda
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Nice piece!
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