hall of mirrors

a pantoum eastern style of poetry

 

I woke in a world of deceit.

The mask she wore was innocence.

Sending me falling forever.

Saccharine words she spun in my ear.

 

The mask she wore was innocence.

I searched for a route inside.

Saccharine words she spun in my ear.

And I lost my way.

 

I searched for a route inside.

But questions confused the issue.

And I lost my way.

Navigating in a hall of mirrors.

 

Questions which confused the issue.

Her lullaby of lies appeased.

Navigating in a hall of mirrors.

My mind lost in confusion.

 

Her lullaby of lies appeased.

I woke in a world of deceit.

My mind lost in confusion.

Sending me falling forever.

 

Reviews

[Zelligg]

I like this style. I didn't notice it the first time through, then was reminded by your note. Very evocative. I can't figure it out. Please tell me. It makes each phrase make more and more sense and makes the new ones more highlighted, more pungent, gives me time to integrate the meaning of the
whole. Almost trancey.

[Poeticpiers]

We see what we want to see distorted reflections of reality. Are we decieved or do we decieve ourselves into believing dreams are reality