Poem 42. REFLECTION

I am you, you are me.

Your angst weakens my soul
As you condemn me by my words
Am I so rude?

Gauche I am with you
You pointed me with a cue
Do I have to be blue?

I heard the tittle-tattle
From your garrulous patter
Mine was just a ricochet.

Don't you recognize
I am your looking glass?
The reflection of your arrogance.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing use of words in the poem. The photo gave life and purpose to the poem.
"Don't you recognize
I am your looking glass?
The reflection of your arrogance."
Sometime we must face the truth. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dhaye]

Indeed we must face the truth in us. Thanks, CP.