A Reflection Flipped

A poem that was originally intended only to be the reflection of another poem but is now more about reflections themselves and how they are deceitful

A Reflection Flipped

By Eden Buchanan

 

I am dirt and incongruous.

I have conceptions without “pre”

I choke out what blinds me

Just as it is, dry-iced with distain.

I am not sweet nor full of deceit-

The mouth of a human giant- rotund.

I asphyxiate myself on the same wall

Day in…                     and day out.

It is blue, solid, or tigered. But, again,

I am blind and I don’t really see it.

 

I don’t think it belongs to me

Maybe just that old (I can’t forget)

Forgotten lover, but it stays lit.

The backs of heads keep us together

Again              and                  Again.

In a forest looming over another woman

As she grapples for who she is

Turning to the truth Sayers who repeat lies.

I see her face, and reflect it back faithfully.

She                  IS                 me:

scorns me with a retched smile.

A gnashing of hands and teeth.

 

Drowns  a  woman,  then

From                            me

Brought to life a young girl

Who lowers herself away

Night

            After

                        Night

            After

Night,

Like a wondrous bird of prey.

Author's Note

Now i'm not entirely sure if the formatting will come out correctly on this site, but I want you to know that the formatting I have done on my computer was entirely purposeful. I write my work like I wish it to be read and as it is with all poetry, I feel it must be read out loud to get the true essence of it. Enjoy.

Reviews

[Becky]

I liked the message and your writing style, but I didn't really understand the point of the formatting. Not sure if it didn't come out right or if that's how it's meant to be.