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.

[Susan C. Allen]

Probably the best poem I have read in ages! I can totally relate to this. Well done and thanks for sharing.
Susan

[Augustus]

Thank you Susan! :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You have captured an intense emotion...
to feel the pain is an instant gratification of self-mutilation (internalized)....possibly a punishment.

I really had to analyze this piece... it was like looking into my own mirror of thoughts.

Well penned, Shreyas... Thought provoking, indeed!~xoxo~

[Augustus]

Thank you for the visit, Robbie! Always a pleasure to have you drop by! :)
I often find myself cringing with embarrassment when I recall some mistakes that I made in the past. Each in pursuit of some lofty dream that was never realized. To forget them, put them behind us, downplay them...we all do that. But every once in a while, they come back to haunt us and we kick ourselves a few times before getting on with life. I feel that some of these reveries count as the most poignant moments of our lives, although we instinctively try to trivialize and hide them, even from ourselves. Sorry for the sermon :P And thanks once again for dropping by! :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I am always absorbing your wisdom... it's nice to ponder on such deep topics...
Thank you so much for sharing and writing meaningful pieces that stir the soul.
Awesome! :)

[Augustus]

Awww... You're embarrassing me now! I'm just a normal guy! But I feel immensely happy that you actually feel you gain something by reading my poems. A greater honour, a poet cannot ask for. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Just giving credit where credit is due... You are an extremely talented Poet!
You write with heart, my friend. :)

[Augustus]

Ok. :) I accept your kind words with grace. I do write with heart, as do you, my friend. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

awwww (((hugs)))... I look forward to reading more! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we shatter the old mirrors, the old inspirations...but new ones come along for us to crack and shatter...the muse will always in some form be looking back at us in that mirror.

that salve "denial"--oh yes, soothing until it wears off.

[Augustus]

Thank you Jacob!