- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Mirror Unbroken
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Frightening how the plane prismed
into instant schisms of light, reflections
deflected in jagged and bloody edges
the pain wedged deep into torn skin.
Thin shards sliced to bone as the fist
twisted in agony, its blow to the mirrored
chin mired in self-doubt and recrimination,
shunned by anyone professing "true" love.
Above it all somehow, she slyly sifted,
lifting the sparkling, silvered slivers
as if her face had shattered with the blow,
slowly piecing glass into piercing lies.
It was her eyes that hurt the most,
the hostess enduring a pain never inflicted
conflicted by the image she had created
and what she saw in the mirror unbroken.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agoI can hear this read at a poetry slam.
I liked the images in the first stanza the most, how mirrors are changed into prisms, turning reflection into the spectrum of color. I would like to see more of a story, a transfer of meaning from these images. I really did enjoy reading this piece--
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lindianaover 17 years agoWith Maria 2394...poetry should be a thought or emotion summed up...I don't feel that here at all.
As a rule, I do not like to post negative public comments but when you are mentioned on the New Poems Review and Man Ray's "Repossession" was overlooked, I figured this must be something terrific.
Sadly, I do not find it so.
Maria2394over 17 years agoa great deal of time went into the rhyme scheme in this poem. I found it, at times, to be more of a tounge twister. This took away from the rest of the poem.
sometimes things can be overdone and I believe that is the case with this one. Still good work, though
maria
