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Reflectionss

Contributed by baronhawk on Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 04:16:32 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Across the spectrums of light,
I see my likeness appear.
Upon surfaces that reflects,
a landscape in reverse temper.

Dancing on shining mirrors,
its moves dazzles the sight.
Tiptoeing on sparkling waters,
its grace reflects the light.

It hides in shimmering haze,
that flickers to follow the heat.
It rides the puzzling mirages,
that the desert tries hard to keep.

Though it shines, it dazzles,
sparkles and reflects.
The portraits it painted,
are often only half correct.

Distorted by the lense,
of fate and happenstance.
The reflections are blurred,
by the dust of circumstance.

But crueller than the rest,
are mirrored in one's eyes.
The most poignant of tests,
the reflected image of one's selves.

Focused by harsh prisms,
upon the stark iris of the eye.
The weighted scales of self-criticism,
mercilessly measures by and by.




Copyright © baronhawk ... [ 2004-03-21 16:16:32]
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Re: Reflectionss (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 08:19:16 PM AEST
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I read this poem a couple of times to get the overall feel of it. I understood it yet I did not. Anyway it was so beautifully written and the flow was perfection that it made it most enjoyable to just savor and read. Thank you... Kie


Re: Reflectionss (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 21st March 2004 @ 09:58:22 PM AEST
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We can never fool ourselves. We may fool others, but we always know the truth. Self criticism is the harshest master there is.

Rita


Re: Reflectionss (User Rating: 1 )
by chattiecathy on Monday, 22nd March 2004 @ 02:03:08 AM AEST
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This is an excellent poem which is so very logically written. I see the weighted scales of self -critixism mercilessly mesures by my insides..
Thats the way this poem makes me feel. As I have in the past felt this way lots of times. ~ ! ~




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