the reflection is you, liquified, but
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
the image is behind your eyes, after all
it is as close to you as your own skin
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
an invader always light-seconds behind
it is as close to you as your own skin
never farther than your heated blood
an invader always light-seconds behind
the reflection is you, liquified
never farther than your heated blood
the image is behind your eyes, after all
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really enjoyed this… thanks so much
You’re welcome.
No rhymes, but a great poem nonetheless 🙂 Ways of Seeing revisited.
Thank you!
I like what you’ve done with this form…it has a whole different feel without the syllable count and rhymes. (K)
Thank you.
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A very thoughtful poem. Well done!
Thank you!