This reminds me of something my mother said about my father - "He is a street angel and a house devil" It took me awhile to figure out but I finally understood he had two faces, one for the public where he was a perfect gentleman and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, and one for the house where his monstrously twisted actions and words destroyed souls and his very survival depended on secrecy.
This poems tells me that the soul - the conscience the part of you that knows the whole truth of you, sees you as you really are. The ugly part of you that you deny to everyone even yourself. The rotten truth, that were it to be discovered would make you want to suffer the worst possible death and yet, knowing this, you still lie, even to your self. up to and including denying the whole truth in reflection.
I think the main difference here between the two faces of my father and the person in your poem is that my father acted out his desires while in your poem, the person , just stared and had very wicked thoughts.
Very unnerving for me to read this, as the images invoked were a little close to home for comfort even so a well written and very dramatic poem, that will touch many people on many levels.
Cheers
jen
Posted 16 Years Ago
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Wow! The title really gets me. That's part of the reason why I wanted to read the poem. The words flow very well together.
This reminds me of something my mother said about my father - "He is a street angel and a house devil" It took me awhile to figure out but I finally understood he had two faces, one for the public where he was a perfect gentleman and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, and one for the house where his monstrously twisted actions and words destroyed souls and his very survival depended on secrecy.
This poems tells me that the soul - the conscience the part of you that knows the whole truth of you, sees you as you really are. The ugly part of you that you deny to everyone even yourself. The rotten truth, that were it to be discovered would make you want to suffer the worst possible death and yet, knowing this, you still lie, even to your self. up to and including denying the whole truth in reflection.
I think the main difference here between the two faces of my father and the person in your poem is that my father acted out his desires while in your poem, the person , just stared and had very wicked thoughts.
Very unnerving for me to read this, as the images invoked were a little close to home for comfort even so a well written and very dramatic poem, that will touch many people on many levels.
Very nice...well, SO not nice that it IS nice. Great piece of writing. I, too was surprised at the end. But that's what makes reading good poetry so exciting...there's always a little surprise, even if it's not apparent at first reading. 2 thumbs up!
nice ending! didn't expect that. i liked this poem a lot! the idea that seeing her/his reflection brings up all that, makes the reflection seem like another person. this poem really intrigued me.
Good one! I kept wondering what the hook was! I had a feeling that one was coming but you kept the suspense on right up until the very last word! Great write!