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

[Bright Ocean Star]

Frieda, there are thousands of the invisible "walking wounded" roaming the world. Time does heal, but it unfortunately does take time, sometimes therapy. Your poetry is beautiful and tragic, making me ache for that child, but I know that child and she was me. I love your poem, and want to save it to my library. Thanks for sharing it.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your thoughts Anne, I think that's the best part about poetry, we can recognize bits of ourselves in others words, and thus don't feel like such a freak...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is true about life, nice metaphor sustained in this piece...

i think they are closer than the appear...

jacob

[Frieda P]

I think so too jacob, thanks so much...

[Shubhangi]

another nice poem from you...how do you get so many ideas and inspiration..and a song in context to every poem! I am amazed!!

[Frieda P]

Doing the happy dance, thanks so much Shubhangi!

[Lyn Anderson]

I feel the pain in this piece. Pain of loss and grief. Indeed, objects in the rearview mirror are always closer than they appear.

[Frieda P]

Thanks K....indeed they are, especially on certain days.

[AYVID N]

A great comment on emotional baggage and the wreckage we carry around on us. The weight is surely going to affect us. So as you so beautifully say, many emotional undercurrents may be lurking under the serene plastered smiles.

The staged marionette behind the wheel and the crash on the highway of burning intentions were purely brilliant and so in tune with the thought expressed here.

Kudos dear friend. I loved this insightful and introspective write.

[AYVID N]

A great comment on emotional baggage and the wreckage we carry around on us. The weight is surely going to affect us. So as you so beautifully say, many emotional undercurrents may be lurking under the serene plastered smiles.

The staged marionette behind the wheel and the crash on the highway of burning intentions were purely brilliant and so in tune with the thought expressed here.

Kudos dear friend. I loved this insightful and introspective write.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for this glowing review my friend, muchly appreciated....yes, that baggage is a killer.

[AYVID N]

Always a pleasure to read something new and unique from your pen!

[Frieda P]

Thanks, I needed that Divya, I feel as though I keep repeating myself, I just wrote a piece about it as a matter of fact....

[AYVID N]

I'd love to read it Frieda. Rushing to it.

[Frieda P]

I haven't published it yet, think people might take it the wrong way, it's about me and my own poetry....

[AYVID N]

Oh, you must. You can always put in a little author's note. But only when you feel ready to do it.

[Frieda P]

It's really just a silly rant in my head, but you'll be the first to know. ;-)

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Bravo, Frieda... Bravo! The depth of this is outstanding! Your choice of language is pitch perfect. One to learn/grow on!

[Frieda P]

Nice to see you back Travis! Thanks so much, appreciate it.

[ron]

Even through all this you grow more beautiful each day. Objects in the Mirror May Appear Closer than They Are...but what better way to see your inner beauty, all one has to do is stop and see what they would have missed.

[Frieda P]

Awh ron, you're a sweetheart, thanks so much my friend.

[ron]

You are most welcome dear friend.

[Rob Santana]

Frieda, I can always relate to your writings. This piece here is like a psychic reading, hahaha. Your pretty good!! Now let me plaster that smile on my face, open my front, walk out and start my day....Enjoyed the truth in this one...

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rob, always happy to see you on my page....