The glass, the truth, that stares back at my eyes
Will no more tell me who its image shows
Than Vanity, which tries best to despise,
Or Blindness, whose vision never knows.
While my face seeks a truth in that cold pane,
A silence echoes, lonely, from its womb
And tells me that my search is all in vain,
And warns me that to look there would be doom.
It says, "your You exists beyond your hair,"
It laughs, "those hazel eyes are not your soul."
It falls quite short of answering my plea.
I turn to thought and break away my stare,
And finding that the break has made me whole,
I wander off to contemplate my Me.
Author notes
Written August 6th, 2004
A contest entry
- Mirror, mirror on the wall... by Sephiroth Lost.
670 points, ended September 6, 2004, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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grins an original take on the contest idea. It's true... who you are can not be seen just in the mirror, that has to be seen from within your soul. I like the way you've managed to insert some description there also. A clever combination of the two. leaves me feeling like I want to know more.
Thanks for entering the contest.
Sephiroth Hi No Tenshi -
sometimes, in fact most times, poems about looking in the mirror become boring and cliche but this was so amazingly written, it seemed like i had never heard the "im looking in the mirror" plot before...this was beautiful i loved "A silence echoes, lonely, from its womb" and "It says, "your You exists beyond your hair," It laughs, "those hazel eyes are not your soul". it had a sort of "cold" vibe through it (i dont know if that makes sense, its just thats the only word i can think of to describe it) which is very effective to the mood of the poem. this is superbly written, good luck in the contest
xpoisonxgirlx
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