Broken Mirror

Tis an anomaly to me, that

when looking in the mirror,

I am transparent, without soul,

nor any affirmation that life exists within.

I am less than a shadow, a sinister spectre,

but the deception is not mine.

What would this world have me be?

A hollow abode, a habitat for the vacant

to haunt, ghastly in ghostly hues.

I am repugnant, an ominous reminder

that death is not the final word,

just an abhorrent common ancestor.

One can move about and flail restlessly

whilst consciously decaying and departing

this world. Every domiciled being,

is home to putrefaction, festering of spirit

and corroding courage and compassion.

I love things and use people.

I am a pretext, not a person,

just a trick of the light; my affected invisibility

a silhouette of nothing.

What did I expect of a broken mirror, anyway?

Reviews

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. ah, well ... i like all the hues of classical english that you so effortlessly express your thoughts in ... including the " 'tis " but i'm no expert ... and the instances of alliteration are remarkable ... you obviously have great felicity with the language ... your vocabulary is utterly remarkable too ... yet my favourite line in this post is ... "I am a pretext, not a person" ... simple and so incredibly loaded with meaning and profound ... makes one ponder about how small one is ... in the scheme of things ... exceptional poetry ...

[Ben Taylor]

Nice vocabulary and alliteration. The thoughts you express are even more impressive: "One can move about and flail restlessly whilst consciously decaying and departing this world." Well put.
The slight twist at the end was a nice touch as well.
Very nicely done.

[ShameemAkhtar]

Very fluid, great mastery of the language...

Above all else, very deep and very profound... It is difficult to pinpoint a line that stands out, all of them do in their own right, individually and as one very fluid piece.

What I liked most is your ending to such a deep poem, so casual as though simply brushing it about...

Wonderful.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

This poem makes my imagination run wild..... the mystery of the image in the mirror.... is fascinating. Is it really our image but it has no soul but we do. Or is it just the refraction of light that we see, the light of our soul... I loved yur poem and the broken mirror or glass is said to give us seven years bad luck (superstition has it) oh dear maybe that is my probem..... I'm on my second seven year sentence ha ha oh forget all this talk of mine, I loved your poem!

[Poetic Beauty]

I so love this poem. the descriptions are slightly eerie and the last line sums up this piece well

[Lane-roe]

Insightful, powerful and altogether wonderful - a great write :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

I smiled at the ending here. Brilliant work.

[Kat Collins]

A broken mirror or a broken soul? "Mirror, mirror, on the wall! Who's thou fairest of them all?" An answer we may not desire....

You always provoke a stream of thoughts, my friend. Inspirations of expanding my literary mind. A joy, as always...

[Chris Taylor]

A great analogy of assigning too much power to an object that can't "make it right" in your soul in the first place. I love the tone of this piece. It is almost like the person in the mirror is believing their own half-truths or even full lies. It flowed wonderfully and was a joy to read. Nice work.

[Alicia Hirshey]

Wonderfully written.

[Larry Dyson]

love it jeremy...especially.."I am repugnant, an ominous reminder

that death is not the final word,

just an abhorrent common ancestor."