Mistakes

I wander sheepishly midst these ruins...

Each little relic, 

every shard of every broken mirror

Has its own special place in the trophy cabinet of my long forgotten dreams

Every once in a while a shard stabs my foot

Reminding me of where I stumbled years ago

With every crimson drop, a lesson learned

Stripped naked at every turn by hard earned wisdom

The sardonic twist of Fate's lips

Even as I longed to press them against mine

Is immortalized in every broken mirror

As I feed off her scraps and call it a feast

Was there ever a salve as potent as Denial?

No morphine to match Forgetfulness

Pushing it all under a carpet of Words

As my mediocrity becomes my Muse

I leave the ruins with a shrug and a shake of the head

I've bought new mirrors to hang on the wall

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'Is immortalized in every broken mirror ~ As I feed off her scraps and call it a feast ...' of Fate..

Can only hope those mirrors are wiped clean now and again.. because they capture doomed reminders! Your penulitmate stanza makes a vast admission: could be both whispered or yelled.. for me is at opposite ends of a spectrum, but somehow displays but hides as that Muse. Re. reading, you still or yet, have the power to amaze. Fine language. Seems your studies and successes, haven't dulled your poetry!

[Augustus]

Thank you for that generous review, Emma. As for my poetry, I just wrote one today, after a hiatus of more than two years. It is called "A Cardinal in Snow"... perhaps that one will tell whether my poetry has dulled or not. Do read it if and when you find time. I would value your opinion of it.

[Rick Puetter]

Wow, Augustus, I love this poem. I started out liking it after the first few line, but then you went on to the second from closing stanza:

"Was there ever a salve as potent as Denial?
No morphine to match Forgetfulness
Pushing it all under a carpet of Words
As my mediocrity becomes my Muse"

and I was stunned. And then the beautiful closing lines showing how powerful is our denial. A brilliant insight. Made me sit up in my seat. A rare 98 rating from me.

Very best regards,

Rick

[Dee]

I love this poem! I smiled when I read "Each little relic", your words give great meaning. I want to share an idea with you that hopefully you will find interesting. A diamond can cut a mirror, so as I read your poem, I was thinking that you are a diamond! You broke the mirrors, and in return the shards shaped your raw form into a form that now sparkles :)

[Augustus]

Thank you so much Dee! That's very kind of you!

[John Anderson]

Very unique poem that was quite enjoyable to read. The ending is very powerful. Well done!

[Augustus]

Thanks John!

[Linda Moon]

I found myself walking along side of you; feeling the sharp edges of the past.
For a moment, the memory drew remnants of blood yet quickly healed in forgiveness.
Walk forward in the lessons it teaches us; embrace the moment of now with full heart and love...
Beautiful; thank you for this journey~

[Augustus]

Thank you so much, Linda!

[Draven]

What an amazing poem. Truly amazing. I love the power of the last two lines.

[Augustus]

Thank you!

[asdarkeyesclose]

'As my mediocrity becomes my Muse'

never mediocre. this is a sad poem that faces reality like a bitter pill. i liked the image of the broken mirror, yes, mistakes come back to haunt us. i loved the line 'No morphine to match Forgetfulness,' for that is the truth and the best remedy once we have learned from our experience. your poem got me thinking a little about my own life and my own regrets. fantastic.

[Augustus]

Thank you so much, Beth! Your thoughts are always welcome!

[James Walpole]

Love the message of this piece really bought to life the misery of regret and its pain.

[Augustus]

Thank you James!

[unitato]

Deep and dark. Truly a beautiful and remarkable piece of poetry. I can definitely relate with a few poems I'm working on, currently. You make it where I like to read it over and over.

[Augustus]

Thank you so much!

[unitato]

You're welcome!