I wade in; I float near Not myself- who's that there? Can't be me; won't free me Else, I'd drift out to see No windows- no wind blows Stale thoughts heave in death throes This place's strange faces Fill the spaces tightly Swift pacing, mind racing Dreams fleeted yet chasing Depleted, now seated, Truth meted to me In pieces, heart ceases As time's s~l~o~w~flow~increases Mirroring their familiar Conciliar decree Stern strangers, deranged- Or? Portending no danger to An ending upending their Unbending decree As my eyes recognize them And my selfs humanize them I realize now that the stranger in my mirror is me
d’Verse Open Link Night #297
For this OLN at d’Verse, I’d like to share one of the last poems that I wrote before I started adding images to all of my blog posts (which is something that all bloggers should do if they want to attract readers). I wrote this poem in late of October of 2020; it’s got a bit of a surreal flavor to it.
The photo that I found to accompany the poem is that of a person floating in the Dead Sea… it feels perfectly suited to the poem – it’s not a work of surrealist art – but rather an actual photograph.
56 thoughts on “Mare, or: Reflection”
💞 Thanks, Ken! 💞
Great one and this stanza…
As my eyes recognize them
And my selfs humanize them
I realize now
that the stranger
in my mirror
💕🥰💕 Cindy 💕🥰💕
Oh I like so much about this….the rhyme and rhythm has a hint of slam and must be enjoyed aloud. You’ve captured that mysterious and curious feeling of reflection vs. perception. We can be strangers to ourselves. Something I’ve always struggled with is not knowing if who I think I am is what others truly see. That may be a whole other poem and a half. Thought-provoking piece, David.
I deeply relate to that feeling, Mish.
Thank you ❤
You are a “word master” … loved this.
😳 you are so kind, Helen 😳
This has so much tension, and of course I like the wordplay. You are so good with layers of meaning. (K)
I like my poetry like I like my religion: complicated!
Poetry, religion, life, emotions, all complicated.
And my tendency to overthink everything too 🙂
That opening stanza is echoing around my mind……
😀 thank you for that, Kim – it really makes me glad to know 😀
🙏 Madhavi 🙏
lots of hugs❤️❤️
I love the surreality and the word-play. Though we may look at our reflection in a mirror, do we really recognise ourselves? Who do we see when we look within? My favourite types of question 🙂
😍 Ingrid 😍
Thank you so much, David 💖
💚 Kaushal 💚
Love the flow and pace of this piece David! It’s fantastic; haunting and mesmerising! 😁👏
“Swift pacing, mind racing
Dreams fleeted yet chasing
Depleted, now seated,
Truth meted to me”
Lines above capture that for me! 😁
💙 Ken 💙
Well done David… Love your great ending!
💜 Dwight 💜
Very much so ❣️