BEYOND A MIRROR

                                                                                      

                                

                                                                        

                             

passing by you avoid the quick glance, a profile in protest must have a look in

the huge antique mirror, hanging slight of contemplation,

the stranglehold of a single wire left unbroken,

any moment the snap and descent to a shattered overlooked end

chipped edges in scarred crystal, forge impact veins

the clinging, climbing ivy cracks that spread to a broken impression

randomly placed black spots, refuse the shine, deflection in a side by side expression

overwhelmed, splinters, simple fragments, shards of loose glass hold to an assembled appearance

a hopeful kaleidoscope lens reproduces the same prism inside every fracture of glass mirrored again

over my shoulder, an entire periphery image silently glints the existent luminosity at hand

beyond the glass image, a quietness persists in the peaceful erosion

fathom in motion impressing a still vision, the view into an old secondhand glass reflection,  

the same ground I stand on, a duplication of imperfection the separation unlike a mirrored depiction

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

                                                                                             

                                                                

                                                                        

                                                                                  

                                                      

                                         

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words. The powerful description make the artwork come alive. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing tale. I enjoyed it.
Coyote

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Second hand furniture store are full of vision. Thank you for the review

Sheer Terror

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Nipplegrinder]

I'm in awe of this. I'd never stop writing, if I could do something like this. It's mesmerizing. It's really a beautiful work. Without trying to flatter you, ST, it reminds me of classic poetry.
There is a precision here, that leads the reader on a journey, yet aptly asks of them to regard a single idea.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Sitting in a second hand store. They had the oldest, cracked, falling apart mirror hanging and for sale. I watched as anyone walking by could not resist a glimpse of their reflection. That is my first line and then I just climbed into the mirror. I Love the Stellar review. Thank you

Sheer Terror

[Pete]

clever, thought-provoking write. got me thinking - the problem with mirrors, of course, is that they only show the outside. who we are is on the inside. what is seen on the outside does not reflect the inside ...

“The eyes are the mirror of the soul and reflect everything that seems to be hidden; and like a mirror, they also reflect the person looking into them.” ― Paulo Coelho

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Pete, thank you for getting it. Not my usual style but I really liked writing this. Profound Quote.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. who's the fairest of them all?" The Wicked Queen
Thank you for the amazing review

Sheer Terror

[Pete]

you are welcome. Lol ...

[Jamieya B-Johnson]

I enjoyed the imagery as I read each line almost giving me a story. This is another piece of great work.

[wordman]

it could show some scary stuff,depending on your state of mind

[jacob erin-cilberto]

an old mirror could be like a reflection in a pond...distorted somewhat so that we can see what we choose to see.
j.

[Lovecraft]

"a hopeful kaleidoscope lens reproduces the same prism inside every fracture of glass mirrored again"

Damn, I love that line! I like the idea of someone seeing something in a mirror that's not quite there. There is a certain vibrancy but also a notion of lingering woes present in the reflections.

I enjoyed the nature of this poem and the imagery was fairly descriptive but still almost illusory.