Kailashana2
Jul 11, 2012

Innocence Passing Through the Opening

l.

Innocence
a Mirror Image
can
you see it?

2.

The woman in the mirror asks
who will my murderer be?
For an eternity
there is no answer,
and no one knows.

From the bottom of an empty well,
an echo,
"It is I
your story unfolding
without beginning, without end".

The scorpion sting of every thorn
cries out,
"I am,
do not forget me.
Why have you forgotten me?"

Sometimes you just have to break
every mirror that talks back.

Crash. Here's a shard. Tell me
what you see

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I wrote part I yesterday in a response to another's poem, part 2 this morning. Of course, they seemed to blend together seamlessly. ~A

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”.

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Comments

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 9 months ago

A blend and seemed to be fine, is this a slant on beliefs and that you question the end days.
A mirror image is something in the past it is not now. (Just thought of that)
I wonder what past we see even in that shard you handed to me,
Yours Ian.T