Reflections In The Mirror

 

I dance for you no more as I fall so helplessly

Reflections in the mirror of washed up memories

Flooding my heart with such misery as I lie here

Upon this cold black and white marble floor

All I can hear now is the slamming of the door

You left me undeniably blue and utterly distraught

Feeling such shame that I can barely breathe at all

I dance for you no more as I fall so helplessly

Reflections in the mirror of washed up memories

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[George Love]

This is good, maybe too descriptive with the floor, as the color would not matter. Love the work, the pic adds a great deal to this piece.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Your writing is taking a turn...very good! I really like the picture by the way. Thanks for asking me to read your piece. The only thing I don't like is you decribing the color of the tiled floor. That is evident...but I liked the poem alot. It has a fantasy feel to it. Good luck, Cheers to you, lea

[Belinda Rice]

WOW THE WAY YOU PUT YOUR POEM WITH THE PICTURE IS PERFECT. GREAT JOB I COULD NOT HAVE DONE IT ANY BETTER..VERY SAD BUT YET BEAUTIFUL WITH THE WAY YOU SPOKE THE WORDS...GREAT JOB...GOD BLESS

[Pointblank]

You read into this picture so well. A point of view I would have missed altogether. Brilliant title, Brilliant insight.

[lauren emily]

"Reflections in the mirror of washed up memories.." That's a very powerful line and it says a lot. I love how some poems came seem like little stories; this would be one of them.
Very nice work, keep it up,
~Lauren