Never a day goes by without a glance,
At your personal look alike.
A looking glass it is indeed,
And narcissistic it can make you be.
An embodiment of reflection,
With no scattering in sight.
And talks of lateral inversion,
Makes up all the questions to cite.
Break it, and cursed you are,
With bad luck and maybe even a scar.
For months, or years or maybe
This lifetime, and even the ones to come.
Physics lab brings forth,
All those tedious mirrors.
Plain, concave and convex,
What more does the mind need to get vexed?
A fun fair has more mirrors,
Than the mind can even conceive,
Thin or fat, tall or dwarfed.
A good laugh is guaranteed,
The enchanted mirrors of fantasies, magical in every sense.
One to show the fairest, one to walk into,
And the infamous Mirror of Erised,
Showing not your face, but your hearts desire.
NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 6
I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view. The most famous poem of this type is probably Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”. You don’t need to have thirteen ways of looking at something – just a few will do!
I chose to write about the different aspects of the mirror. There was a lot more I wanted to include.. But it just didn’t fit, and sleep is starting to overpower me.
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