MirrorsA Poem by emipoemiThe glass is wide, the glass is small, The frame is short, the frame is tall, Whate’er the case, ’twould still reveal The simple, true, profound, surreal.
Within a mirror we would see That which we know ourselves to be. Yet should we venture deeper we Would chance on our mortality.
Such spectral marvel on the sly Would change its form as time goes by, Providing us with subtle signs Of how our vibrancy declines.
No tugs or twitches would we feel As our soul parts, and makes us kneel Before the image in the glass, Informing us it’s time to pass.
’Twould, then, extend a tender hand, And lead us to a wonderland, Where nothing pains and nothing mars; Where we may lie amidst the stars.
Within a mirror we would see The person we have grown to be, And what we all would apprehend When silenced sounds forebode the end. -EDP © 2017 emipoemiReviews
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Added on June 14, 2017Last Updated on June 14, 2017 Tags: poetry, poem, mirrors, life and death |