Approaching the puddles left
By yesterday's thunderstorm,
My eyes excitedly peer
Into one's depths to seek out
My twin from the mirror realm.
But my reflection wavers
As though it's need elsewhere.
I swear, it's almost as if
It's ashamed of what it sees.
My knees swiftly find pavement,
And I exhort the image
To stay a while longer
Because it's inspiration
Has not yet taken her leave.
The image is a good sport.
I believe I've made a friend.
Author notes
I think every writer has at some point written about or has been inspired by looking in a mirror, seeing their reflection, etc. Wouldn't want to be left out.
Just another attempt at prose. ^_^
Comments
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wow
this poem had a good structure and the choice of words was delectable. It helped to convey the overall emaning of the peom. Did you really make that friend..and how fast was that friendship. Wondering. -
I like this, can't tell if it is depressing or optimistic or both :S but I read it as both. I like rain
random lol but yh well written and well thought out.


