The Mirror

Holly Eliza on Mar 15, 2009

A poem about vanity, imperfection and human nature. Just take at a look at the world parallel to ours – it is perfect.

A window into backward reality,

Like an optical illusion

Not deciphered.

Our beautiful world,

The same yet opposite to right.

Through this window

Is a parallel world,

The whole Universe!

The window controls the whole of it:

If a careless greasy finger blurs it

Then the perfect world is blurred.

But it is a reflection of ours

So is still perfect.

But we see this window

Through blinds half-closed with vanity-

Not the whole picture;

Only disappointment,

Imperfections,

Wrongs.

And the good is bypassed:

Forgotten.

As our critical eyes fall on the picture before us

When we look into this window,

At ourselves.

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stephencardiff on Mar 16, 2009
Nice poem Holly I enjoyed that thanks.
c m on Mar 16, 2009
Good work. Keep it up!
rutherfranc on Mar 16, 2009
what a thorough observation of today`s life.. one can feel the frustration that we cannot bring it back to the quiet and carefree days.. another beautiful piece..
adam on Mar 20, 2009
I think this is an excellent observation on current observations of life, very good xx
LOVELYHONEY on Mar 25, 2009
ur the window through which i would some day like to see the world
REPuckett on Mar 26, 2009
Very nice indeed. I once saw some video footage of a little girl combing her hair in while sitting in front of a mirror. When she turned to face the person with the video camera, her reflection in the mirror did not move. I’m sure it was some sort of trickery but, nonetheless chilling. This poem reminded me of that. I firmly believe in many different worlds and you never really know where we will find them and how minute they can be.
Casey Kelley on Mar 26, 2009
Great message here, which you captured beautifully!

Hi there!