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

[Scott Metro]

Aren't we all like that..?
I think so.
Excellent exploration..!!
Well done.
Scotty

[Frieda P]

Hmm not everyone, you must know a few hard people, that never smile no matter what....thanks for your thoughts Scott.

[Scott Metro]

LOL...you're welcome Miss Frieda..
Scotty

[Frieda P]

I had my neighbor in mind, she always, always has her crankypants on ;-)

[Scott Metro]

some people are like that..but not me..I'm pretty easy going...

[Frieda P]

For a wolf you mean........

[Scott Metro]

of course...hah..but I suspect you might be a shade grumpy most times...

[Frieda P]

Ha you know what I'm saying to myself right now, right? ;-P

[Scott Metro]

Of course I do...lol..there are people who make you grumpy...hate people like that...lol

[Avinash]

This is one of my all time favorite songs and same can be said about your writing as well :)

[Frieda P]

*Smiling* here, thanks so much Avinash, appreciate your kind words. :-)

[Sami Khalil]

So much truth in those words. Those objects or people that appear to be close to us can be the farthest from the truth and vice versa. So too they apply to hopes and dreams in our lives. Eyes can trick us, measurements can be off. Intentions can be vague at best. A wonderful write...Bravo.........

[Frieda P]

You are so right Sami.....I agree those closest do seem to be foreign sometimes...thanks so much.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome as always...Have a great one...:)................

[Vidya Bacchus]

Just because there is a smile on your face does not always mean that you are happy.People choose to see what they want to because reality is too messy to face :)

[Frieda P]

Exactly, you always know where I'm coming from pazzo. :-) Grazie mille.

[Vidya Bacchus]

I take that as a compliment chica .You are welcome :)

[Frieda P]

...but of course! ;-)

[Jack...]

Indeed, things are never as they seems, but often they are more than what you expected...in a good way. None of us smile like we used to...time produces images and situations that take a little of our smiles each time we face them, but...but...just like a car, tried and worn out, it can be restored to its prime and so can our smiles my sweet poet. These frowns can seem like a daunting undertaking to erase, but all it takes is one good warm hand to hold and our smiles too can be restored back to their original beauty and feelings. Indeed, those sad moments will always linger, but each time this hand is felt they become more dim...lost in the past...eventually ending up in the window of an antique store for some one else to purchase...as we drive by smiling at our reflections in our beautifully restored outlook on life.

When you sit down to pen your feelings Frieda, do you realize you will touch us, you will be that hand that we hold to restore our smiles...you should. You are amazing.

[Frieda P]

Hmm not sure about restored to its prime Jack, we don't take to paint jobs exactly the same way...understand where you're coming up, and your positive message is well taken...thanks so much for your kind words and this glowing review.

[Jack...]

Well fresh paint job or not...your smile will always be a pristine beauty.