Shattered mirror
May 25, 2009
It feels as if
I’m dancing on the
pieces of the shattered mirror
I once called love
I used to love seeing
the picture it painted me
Now it only gives me
broken dreams, longings unfulfilled
Unspoken words, figments of my imagination
all reflected
on those shiny bits
My bleeding soles rest
upon the sharpened edges
looking for a reply to the
never answered questions
Will I be able to solve the riddle,
to puzzle the mirror
together
once again?
June 13, 2009 at 9:09 pm
This is really impressive, and very clever. The imagery conjoured up, the concept of reflecting on a failed dream and lost love… brilliant.
September 4, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Love the idea of standing on a shattered mirror, bleeding as it cuts you, yet, still you remain fascinated by the image. Perhaps the tint of red dances with the vision, and is even more hypnotic.