
I, in my mirror’s image,
am inverted
and yet to my
imperfect eyes
I see myself whole
in that reflection.
I, in time,
refine my methods of seeing
to find only what
that false reflection
already
so cruelly defined.
Who am I
to read my mind?
All I do is think thoughts
others have already rhymed
and internalize the false reflections
I see mimed in other’s eyes.
Under those eyes, mine,
the lines stretch long
as I try to re-invert
that mirror image
to show myself a reflection
that is truly mine.
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For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, we are asked to craft a poem from the following prompt:
viewpoint from within
heightened thoughts emerging soon
beyond perspective
Evan,
Profound and beautiful.
~🕊Dora
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A nicely introspective response.
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Wow, amazing response to the prompt! Brilliantly penned, Evan.
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the piece!
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My pleasure!
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Wonderful and intriguing take.
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This is lovely and moving and deep.
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