objects in the shatter'd mirror

~just smile

I am not who you think I am, 

         I'm not even who I think I am 

smile plastered to my cheeks 

it licks my face like a sick puppy dog 

in a facade of delusional grandeur 

     making up the tiny fragments remaining, 

truths rummage this road as a junkyard sale 

formidable blinking caution signs

constantly stroking the thruways of time 

 gazing through a twisted kaleidoscopic frame

       pictures and memories always speeding 

a million miles per hour in s l o w motion 

      sharpened edges cut into line of  sight 

perplexing thoughts run amuck amidst gray matter 

what you see is an unfurled, damaged model

 illusions of what once was, now being showcased

 mechanics of life's inner workings 

   display for a staged marionette behind the wheel

shattered within the soul's dimly lit view

lost control of whitewash ambivalence, 

crashed  on the highway of burning intentions 

life           is never as it appears 

Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer than They Are

Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer than They Are

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

My friend, I feel this one so deeply in my bones that I think I broke a few making my way through it...this poem speaks to me in unspeakable volumes...I can't put into words how much I relate to this piece, if I could I would have written it cuz this is an absolute masterwork...then again, when do you not write those?

The first four lines took my breath away...I wish I wrote those. Not even who I think I am...I didn't make it to the third line before having to stop and just close my eyes for a moment to let it sink in...I know how that feels, so well. Thank you my sweet friend, for writing and sharing this irresistible cry from the heart...xo

I used to listen to this song all the time...are you surprised Mrs.R? Probably not ;)

[Frieda P]

I thought you might Steve....thanks always for your kind words my sweet friend. Mrs R is *smiling* like an idiot now. ;-) xo And NO I'm not in the least haha

[kublakhan27]

Your poetry does the same for me my dear ;) xo

[Michael G. Smith]

Love it! One of your best.

[Tai Ryens]

How intriguing that perhaps nobody on this Earth will ever know us truly, not even ourselves, and I like how you use a mirror as a metaphor for just that. Not only do appearances change (and maybe even often), but mirrors can distort our image as well, making us look bigger or tinier than we truly are. Only this mirror doesn't reflect our image, rather, our thoughts. Certainly well done, Frieda, keep it up.

[Mark]

Things aren't what they seem, but very nearly they are always what we are convinced they are. Until we're convinced they are not.

[Coyote Poetry]

"I am not who you think I am,
I'm not even who I think I am "
You had me from the opening lines. The poem got stronger and better. I agree with the logic of the poem. We rarely see the real person. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ahena MK]

A wonderful poem by you..... Really really good ..... Claps

[Einstein Noodle]

such brilliant vulnerability ... want to hold in cupped hands .. not captured nor restrained ...
"formidable blinking caution signs
constantly stroking the thruways of time" lines that really bring it home ... the analogy of driving ... on a journey ahead and behind at the same time ... subtly woven into the fabric of this confessional poem ... they are tricky ... i think this one is excellent ..
E.
ps i love your smile! :) and

[Cassie]

Sadly life is never as it appears, sometimes we think someone has it all by just their smiles but deep inside those people are having bad moments in their lives, but yayy...not you Frieda, your pen speaks for you. Let me choose to believe and see what I see, a happy lovely sweet girl. That is my friend Frieda. I add to this my favourites...

[m.s.early]

Sometimes it's all smoke and mirrors, a facade. Sometimes it's illusion. Sometimes it's delusion. These misreported images of our perception could drive one mad.

[icelandicblue]

Nothing is as it appears I think. Everything is so complicated and layered. I long for simplicity but it eludes me. Layer upon layer upon layer shatter and yes, they are closer than you can ever imagine...just blink. This is a highly textured and plaintive poem. I once said to someone, I just want to feel human. She said, "You do, you suffer." There is an existential patina to this poem that is playing havoc with my Limbic system.

[Kristina Moulaison]

You take the words out of my mouth so often...yours a lot more clever and interesting than mine, but still. I completely know the feeling this poem is describing. I love how you took this phrase and made it come alive with a whole new meaning. Really good!