Thursday, April 28, 2011

Mysterious Mirror

Mysterious mirror of myriad metaphors,
tell the truth of what you are. 

You've played with people
and their fickle perceptions,
deluded them into seeing 
only beauty that exists in dreams.

You've deceived and dragged many
 into the deepest dregs of despair,
making them see ghastly images 
of ugliness not there. 

No one knows of what you are;
they see only themselves,
whether beautiful or ugly
in your elusive ever-changing face

But you can't elude the enlightened;
they know the truth that there exists 
neither beauty nor ugliness-
just shadowy perceptions. 





15 comments:

  1. Every stanza leads to the wisdom of the last, which is brilliant.

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  2. WOW.Great capture!
    This is so true: Mirrors are too often enemies which lie in both directions...

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  3. "just shadowy perceptions"

    You won't go far wrong in life if you realise that perception is the key! Viewpoint is everything...

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  4. thank you all for commenting.
    @Jinksy: thanks for expressing a view that was strongly yours. It's refreshing to see that someone has told me ezactly what they think about my poem, even though they don't agree with what';s been written.

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  5. What I read from this poem is that a mirror is a trickster...and its shadows can be interpreted one way or another.

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  6. Yes, a mirror is a trickster and its shadows can be interpreted anyway by anyone.
    Thanks for commenting.

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  7. How are you?
    Please consider making a contribution to poets rally week 43 today,
    A free verse is appreciated, you rock!
    Happy Thursday!
    Hope to see you in.
    xoxox

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  8. Dear Madhumakhi,

    Welcome to the land of shadows. Great job and thanks for the prompt!

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  9. Madhumati, I love your interpretation on the prompt~
    Every line, so beautiful; Well Done~

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  10. I like "No one knows of what you are;" - and then that awesome truth in the last stanza.

    Richard

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