objects in the shatter'd mirror

~just smile

I am not who you think I am, 

         I'm not even who I think I am 

smile plastered to my cheeks 

it licks my face like a sick puppy dog 

in a facade of delusional grandeur 

     making up the tiny fragments remaining, 

truths rummage this road as a junkyard sale 

formidable blinking caution signs

constantly stroking the thruways of time 

 gazing through a twisted kaleidoscopic frame

       pictures and memories always speeding 

a million miles per hour in s l o w motion 

      sharpened edges cut into line of  sight 

perplexing thoughts run amuck amidst gray matter 

what you see is an unfurled, damaged model

 illusions of what once was, now being showcased

 mechanics of life's inner workings 

   display for a staged marionette behind the wheel

shattered within the soul's dimly lit view

lost control of whitewash ambivalence, 

crashed  on the highway of burning intentions 

life           is never as it appears 

Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer than They Are

Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer than They Are

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

My friend, I feel this one so deeply in my bones that I think I broke a few making my way through it...this poem speaks to me in unspeakable volumes...I can't put into words how much I relate to this piece, if I could I would have written it cuz this is an absolute masterwork...then again, when do you not write those?

The first four lines took my breath away...I wish I wrote those. Not even who I think I am...I didn't make it to the third line before having to stop and just close my eyes for a moment to let it sink in...I know how that feels, so well. Thank you my sweet friend, for writing and sharing this irresistible cry from the heart...xo

I used to listen to this song all the time...are you surprised Mrs.R? Probably not ;)

[Frieda P]

I thought you might Steve....thanks always for your kind words my sweet friend. Mrs R is *smiling* like an idiot now. ;-) xo And NO I'm not in the least haha

[kublakhan27]

Your poetry does the same for me my dear ;) xo

[paddy d daly]

the engine of the mind is a complex piece of work, even the owner finds it hard to fine tune, nice song too, I like that one, both actually.....

[Frieda P]

No doubt, especially when you can't get spare parts, and happy st paddys day to you...

[redzone]

I love this poem Frieda cause it drips with self awareness and self doubt (whether it's your reflection or not). Mirrors only reflect partial reality, not the entire reality of someone sometimes even distorting reality (your example of objects appearing closerr than they are.. it's true that we sometimes only see or are seen by others based on what we want to show of ourselves or of others assumptions and distorted views... but it is possible to know someone's worth, beauty and heart even if only a partial knowing is there to see.I know beyond those mirrors, shattered visions of damaged and junk yard sales, of speeding in slow motion to cuts so deep marrow can be seen, cause they are not only or even mainly what I see in, about, around you. Nothing is distorted, just an alive poet, a woman who shows us what poetry means and enriches our lives... who needs mirrors when this kind of reality exists.... hmmm and now you want proof, once again your poem is all the proof needed and I rest my case!!!!

[Frieda P]

Mushy mwah! ;-)

[redzone]

hmmm wonder how two reviews came out?? this is what happens if I use my phone... but if there is a " mushy mwah" in volved, perhpas I will make double reviews more often... ;0)

[redzone]

I love this poem Frieda cause it drips with self awareness and self doubt (whether it's your reflection or not). Mirrors only reflect partial reality, not the entire reality of someone sometimes even distorting reality (your example of objects appearing farther than they are.. it's true that we sometimes only see or are seen by others based on what we want to show of ourselves or of others assumptions and distorted views... but it is possible to know someone's worth, beauty and heart even if only a partial knowing is there to see.I know beyond those mirrors, shattered visions of damaged and junk yard sales, of speeding in slow motion to cuts so deep marrow can be seen, cause they are not only or even mainly what I see in, about, around you. Nothing is distorted, just an alive poet, a woman who shows us what poetry means and enriches our lives... who needs mirrors when this kind of reality exists.... hmmm and now you want proof, once again your poem is all the proof needed and I rest my case!!!!

[Frieda P]

Oh my, I almost missed this delicious review from you curt, two x's as a matter of fact...your reviews always make my day my sweet neighbor...thanks so much! xo

[Rita L. Sev]

I am not who you think I am,
I'm not even who I think I am ...

These lines pulled me in, and the rest of the piece held me captive. Amazing and thoughtful, Frieda. Why does the past still nip at our heels? And why do we insist on looking back...

[Frieda P]

Good question Rita, no answers here, thanks for your thoughts my friend.

[therisa]

Oh Frieda, this poems brings up so many memories, from my past that I am unable to express myself, in words. As if, you have watched my life, played before you, on the state-of-the-art video system.

[Frieda P]

Glad you found it relatable therisa, thanks so much.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Frieda.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Awesome, nicely written Frieda!. :-D

Kaze~

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Kazie! :-)

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome Frieda! :-D

[wordman]

loved the write but I think it would fit us all

[Frieda P]

You're probably right ron...see, I'm still being nice and didn't call you so & so ;-)

[wordman]

I ead your profile you sound mean to me lol

[Frieda P]

HA, I'm from joisey what were you expecting, little bo peep? ;-P

[wordman]

is that in the usa east newyork isn't it

[Frieda P]

Next to NY...New Jersey for those of you who don't speak joisey sarcasm. ;-)

[wordman]

I speah fluent red neck

[Frieda P]

Ahhh you and BR....

[Lydia Shutter]

Who are we really? Do we reveal our innermost feelings even to the mirror or do we always wear a bit of a mask because the truth is just a little too shocking? There is no "Whitewashed ambivalence" in this poem....just intense emotion....and as always I am in awe of your talent, my friend. Great Meatloaf song.....I am a fan of his. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much sweet lady, means a lot coming from your pen Lydikey.

[A. Amos]

Again I have to agree with Jack review...

[Frieda P]

I swear you guys are the same person....thanks A

[Michael Stevens]

Who is what they appear to be? For example, I'm actually a 20 year old transvestite name Harlequin!

[Frieda P]

I could have gone another ten years not knowing that. ;-) Grazie...

[Michael Stevens]

Ha; I hope you know I'm totally serious; lol!

[Frieda P]

Ha as serious as Winipoo? ;-) haa

[Frieda P]

I take nothing you say seriously hon......just so you know...

[Michael Stevens]

Probably a wise move!

[Frieda P]

Sometimes my noodle works..........

[Michael Stevens]

Top Raman-Head?

[Michael Stevens]

I don't know if that's how you spell Raman!