Metres from the wall on which it hung
fallen on the unmade bed -
having flown around the room -
reflecting nothing human
inviting you to look.
But if you look, my friend, look in
with fear and shuddering
lest you should see yourself.
Your true world waits to claim you as its own.
their disposable income -
that's eighteen year olds.
Thoughtprovoking and very well written, well done!
ReplyDeleteexquisite. the last lines especially.
ReplyDeleteA macabre look at ourselves?
ReplyDeleteI once told someone who was wondering why she was being treated the way she was, that perhaps she should look in the mirror.
ReplyDeleteYour terrific words brought that back to me.
Wonderful! I absolutely love the last line.
ReplyDeleteNice write, love the last line of the first poetic endeavor here.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a ghost wanting to cross over to the after life but no payment has been made to the ferryman.
ReplyDeleteDear David, the phrase "your true world waits to claim you as its own" answers a question that I have made to myself in a personal problem. Thanks a lot! I should write much more in my blog. Thanks for the poem. it is intriguing and inspirational.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes and have a nice week,
Rosana
Very good work. I agree with all those who drew attention to your last line.
ReplyDeleteDeborah
ReplyDeleteWelcome and my thanks for stopping by to comment.
kathew
Thanks so much for the comment. Good to have you aboard.
Raj
Thanks. Appreciate that.
Paul C
Indeed so!
Bee's Blog
Welcome to my blog and my sincere thanks for the comment. Very apt.
Peaceful Pandemonum
Welcome and many thanks for the feedback.
Reflections
Thanks again. Good to have the reaction.
Windsmoke
Wish I'd thought of that scenario! Excellent.
The Lady in Red
Welocme Rosana and very many thanks for the interesting feedback. Much appreciated.
Doc FTSE
Hi and very welcome. The comment is much appreciated.
I thought definite attic-
ReplyDeletethe dark patches will snatch ya...
Thanks!
izzy
ReplyDeleteYup, guess so. Welcome to you.
A very haunting set of images - I love the way the mirror becomes airborn before it takes the step of presenting the looker with its invitation, almost some kind of predatory bird.
ReplyDeletethis gives me shivers - intense writing with a breath-taking last line
ReplyDeleteLucas
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the predatory bird. Thanks for commenting.
Claudia
Thanks for that Claudia.
love this one too, Dave.
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