The Mirror

Sensual day on the life trip she searches

The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment

She checks the mirror for past reflective glories

Empty cradle tells no lies

Search for man like the rarest fruit

Search for the perfect man, gold lined

The planets look good, aligned

Princess in search of Prince

Admirers fall by her side

But not the right admirer, yet

The enchanted waits

Planets shifting

Time is of the essence

He comes

Pleasure is all his, for a time

Lifeblood flows

The signs are good

Exsanguinated, ecstasy passed

The mirror screams as new life bears fruit

The planets crash

She Sleeps

The empty cradle rocks

The planets lay dormant

A slight flicker

The mirror reflects

Rejuvenated, she seeks

The trip brings gifts bearing

Conquest boasts young blood in thought

Dreamlike fading in sensual pleasure

The cradle rocks

The planets grow angry

The mirror soothes in the night

New journey begins as planets align.

Reviews

[Ardra]

there is so much focus of the cradle....
reminded me of the tomb raider - the cradle of life :P

hehe..
mmm on a serious note :) i liked the way you have explained the search for that one...n kind of its true....

i guess only few are really blessed to find the one the remaining lot always keeps searching ...like finding a way to reach nirvana... :)

[Paul Bell]

Only problem with this woman is. She kills her men.

[Ardra]

you mean she is vampire lol ...
:P

or she is a warrior lol....

[Paul Bell]

She's a vampire.

[Ardra]

mmm is this from ur book of horror ;)
mmmm now it make sense the empty cradle....

[Paul Bell]

It is January. That's horror enough. lol

[Mrudula Rani]

The mirror seems to be giving her the horoscope of the day every time she glanced at it!
"The Walk through the broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment!" So true, Sometimes can achieve the same results just banging head against the door too!( don't ask me how I know that).

[Paul Bell]

Stop damaging doors, Mrudula. Be like the woman in the poem. She just kills her men.

[Mrudula Rani]

Yikes!!!! I thought she just discarded them!

[Beccy]

One of life's eternal and unsolvable mysteries; do we see what others see in the mirror?

Wished I knew, that way I could stop searching; but then, that would be like as If I had never loved at all.

Dare I say it? yes I dare; this is a deeply reflective poem. ;))

Beccy,

[Paul Bell]

Yes, mirrors always show three people.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the cracked mirror---imperfection is really perfection---but she still looks for that Prince---
love is not a fairy tale, it is as real as when we look into the mirror, it reflects what it sees...and sees the reality, not just the "fairest of them all."

[Paul Bell]

Sadly they all seek perfection which isn't there.