Reflection

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    • is doin some Solitary Thinkin-- Lee Ann Womack

    Reflection

    That reflection has a name
    not unique, but worldly
    they could all be the same

    That reflection has a mind
    soft as old ashen oak
    mechanically complex
    searching for a sign

    That reflection looks cryptonic
    the dark baleful eyes
    perplexed by emotions
    no look of grace upon it

    Soft young features
    like a baby lamb
    yet invisible lines
    form deep heavy grooves
    painfully absolute.

    Some of those lines were already there,
    truthful wrinkles already laid bare.

    That reflection has a soul
    it's there
    for anyone to see
    to know it as a whole

    That reflection has a heart
    masterfully made
    with jagged, ragged edges
    a smooth pearly top
    mysteriously beautiful like jade
    all the seams still show
    healing slow, if at all
    it's burning light still warms and glows
    soothing others' souls

    That reflection is just a reflection
    not real by any means
    where does that reflection go?
    its ghost escapes reality
    its never the same reflection
    never the same abstraction
    its a failure with no absolute attraction

    Where does that reflection go?
    everyday a new creation
    what was worked on yesterday
    a mask for another day
    never the same
    with no one to blame

    That reflection is not me
    it's what others percieve
    If a blind man could see me
    I wonder what he'd see

    That reflection is a tool
    materialized by nothing
    a soul matched by heaven
    left to toil here searching.

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    WordChallenged commented on Reflection

    07-06-2009

    Very meaningful and descriptive, awesome word choice your words were like pictures.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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