Chameleon

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Liar
Liar
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I am
a candid mirror
seamless, askew,
slightly altered,
familiar view.

I make you think
you sense nexus,
perfect match,
pegs and holes,
a gemini union.

But no,
there is
no uplink,
not a twin
connection
only me;

your customised
reflection.

Liar
Liar
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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
REFLECTIONS OF SELF

is not agreed by others, TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Mirrors, like people, are not always what they appear. Witness the car mirror on the far side from the driver, with its distorted view. A truthful mirror some will decry for presenting what we'd rather not see.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Mirrors, like people, are not always what they appear. Witness the car mirror on the far side from the driver, with its distorted view. A truthful mirror some will decry for presenting what we'd rather not see.

thenrythenryabout 20 years ago
Formatting

I disagree. My difficulty was not with the abandonment of a rhyme scheme but with the change in formatting to shorter lines. It could be argued that this is to force a disconnect upon the reader, but, paradoxically, for short lines to work there must be flow between them.

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