I get
an empty, sort-
of sense, when reflections
from my eyes intense, are coldly
staring back at me. As if I could or
should relent to that stolid gaze,
inside I feel amazed,
so I’ll forget
I get
...
an empty, sort-
of sense, when reflections
from my eyes intense, are coldly
staring back at me. As if I could or
should relent to that stolid gaze,
inside I feel amazed,
so I’ll forget
I get
...
Author notes
"Empty Eyeballs"
...."Empty eyeballs knew
That knowledge increases unreality, that
Mirror on mirror mirrored is all the show...."
W.B. Yeats The Statues
A contest entry
- W.B. YEATS PROMPT PREWRITES MUST FOLLOW PROMPT by liquidmindforever.
600 points, ended July 11, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All comments are appreciated / answer in kind!
Comments
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Fine piece of work and beautifully artistic in it's form and simplicity.


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congradulations on the gold
a most excellent write, it improves with each read

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CLEVERLY PENNED
Dear Poet,
Thank you for entering my contest: WBYeats Prompt: "Empty Eyeballs..."
I've read this several times, and each time it's depth increases.
You do have a way with expressing yourself that allows the reader to fill in
what only seems to be "missing."
Wishing you the best
till then
stay
liquid
finalist

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Powerful!!
I love this mesmerizing li'l poem!!
Your muse never ceases to amaze and daze.
Wishing you all the best, Poet!!
xx Cyn xx


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Ah, you love a challenge,
notable in all your recent
efforts on the page.
The miracle is that you seem
so comfortable with every form
or adaptation you take on!
Your organized mind,
balanced by your ingenuity
reflects in all your written pieces!
Kudos!!
M-C

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I should have known "bullet or shape poetry" would be no problem for you either. This has the "look" of an adept poet and an astute people watcher. The internal rhyme is also a plus for me. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long

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2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2 Is there a form name for this? If not, I call it The rise and fall of J
y. 
I can count,
And of course it also makes a nice shape poem that way. I use use that same syllable count and mine would have no where near that nice, balanced shape, so I'm sure that took some effort finding words of the right syllable and length.
The mirror does that to me, both literal and metaphorical mirrors. As far as the metaphoric ones, I don't need any scrutiny from without or within. Ignorance is bliss and I am happy deluding myself there.
A few times I have turned on a light, seen myself in a mirror and I just seemed odd, the eyes staring back...it's brief but disarming, and yes I know...completely irrelevant of any introspective meaning.


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