Fading Mirrors

I forgot the significance of forgotten places in a much missed wardrobe, of faces in the lines of books that created spaces in my consciousness. I remember now, the cool of quietness in a busy room

Foretold misfortunes make their mark in fading mirrors

And drown

On the wall that watched you hurt for a plastic throne.

Recollect the razor at your throat

With the note you write

To few

In parched letters.

Syllables starve for an honest remark

Of the pages I embarked upon;

The flickering falsities of fickle desire.

Not one

To greet with nostalgia,

To admire or taste

Not reeking of waste

And

Nasty,

Loathsome rest

In a crib of idle descriptions.

Nameless depictions shine in spite of effulgent phenomenologies.

The luminance of dancing in a silent room

And the dust

On my favourite worst writes

Author's Note

God it has pretty much been 3 months since I have written anything, so I am horribly embarrassed of this piece. I am working my way back to the place I want to be at.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Seems as though you're trying desperately to find yourself 'tween the spaces and in your poetry Willow, whatever the case may be, you always have an abstruse though lovely way of bringing me into your world..

The luminance of dancing in a silent room
And the dust
On my favourite worst writes

I could dance to that my friend! A great find...

[Ohhhwillow]

I am.. I really am. Leaving home has been amazing but I find myself giving little space for creativity and well, for myself all together I suppose! I pray it all comes rushing back to me in some kind of epiphany; don't we all!

Thank you for your ongoing support Frieda, I bare your reviews with much gratitude. Hope everything is going well for you lovely!

[Frieda P]

Those major life changes can be daunting, baby steps Willow, one foot in front of the other my friend. Always a pleasure to read you!

[Saddam]

great write on a mystery of live and death....
Recollect the razor at your throat
With the note you write
To few
In parched letters.

[Augustus]

This is a complex piece.... It has some lovely phrases and makes highly skillful use of figures of speech. "Syllables starve" is a delightful personification. The fact that it is also an alliteration enhances its impact. Speaking of alliteration, "The flickering falsities of fickle desire" is exquisite. I won't pretend to understand the poem fully, but the impression it gives me is that you are looking through the mirror at a past that your memory has not treated too kindly, and therefore appears vague and indistinct. And yet, there is some treasure hidden there, which makes you peep into that mirror again and again.
If I had to be critical, I'd say that the poem is perhaps a little too obscure to be immediately enjoyable. But nonetheless, even on the surface, it offers enough "things of beauty" for the casual reader.
Thanks!

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you for your kind review

[Baby Ricochet]

WILLOW!!!! Is it really you? Of course it is! I'm so glad your back I could kiss you but you're thousands of miles away and my girlfriend would kill us both. Good poem. It could be great with some editing

[Ohhhwillow]

I know, I have honestly been gone for so long man, I don't know why, but I miss writing.. And am finding it hard to get back to my usual style! I'm about to drop by some of your writes, hope you are well!

[Tai Ryens]

Willow! Welcome back!
You've done well, Willow, I've read it thrice and cannot seem to decipher a full meaning . . . Although I've grasped the concept of writing to ensure your persona doesn't fade from the mirror and leave only a body, dull and apathetic. Those pieces, in turn, are held dearly and personally, and contain information that is capable of harming you, hence the razor and the note written to few . . .
Three entire months and you still have a flair for poetry, well done, I daresay.

[Ohhhwillow]

Flare is excessive Tai, I guess I am trying to remind myself of what is important. I feel I have lost myself a little bit the last few months.. Ironically, those through which I have not been writing. There may be something in that.. Anyway, thank you for your review and I am going to drop by some of your newest writes momentarily! Lots of love