The year they took the glass
ended our exposure
to the brutal mirror.
Now, we’re well-adjusted
to symmetry;
reality fit betters
when finely cropped.
Beauty must be saturated.
Our exposures adjusted.
Before, love lacked a filter.
Now we give our days contrast,
finalize, and share.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
This poem appeared on twitter’s Move Me Poetry weekly battle. #MMPoetryBattle.
Artwork: “Broken Mirror” by Alix
So very true!
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Thanks, Ingrid. Could happen, this forgetting of what is real. Cheers.
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I almost thought you were talking about selfies and how people use filters now and what a shame reality has become so distorted
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🔔 🔔
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Absolutely true, K.
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Sad, but true. I still enjoy naked faces and looking glasses, though.
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I very rarely slap on make up. Just some moisturiser to keep my skin in place. 😂
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Powerful words, K! Very thoughtful piece about the different mirrors we raise to hide our own imperfections. Beautifully vivid imagery!
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Thank you, Tom. I appreciate your comments. I quite like the shapes of a natural face, but alas, it seems to have fake. Out of favor.
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eLove…
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Yes! They don’t call or Facebook for nothing.
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Ah yes. Why does everyone want to look the same? (well, that’s how it seems to me).
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This image HURTS! I’m literally reaching for my forehead to massage it. Another Really great work, KH; picture and poetry👏👏👏
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Thank you for stopping by and wincing. 😂A life without mirrors may make some of us sore, but it’s the unending reflection that makes most of us blind. (Not even sure where that came from). Cheers.
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We live in our halls of mirrors. Cocooned. Impermeable to the sunlight.
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Indeed; awaiting a hatch or the frost; either way, we concede.
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Reblogged this on Nelsapy.
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