An Ode to the Looking Glass
Reflecting on Reflections
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The sunlight through window yonder
Shines as bright as through window beyonder.
Mine eyes are beset
By thine eyes' behest.
My world doth clatter and commote
As men live their to's and fro's.
Thou world doth gesture and emote,
But fro and to in auditory repose.
Mine hand comes to rest on cheek I cannot see
But whose touch is delicate.
Thou hand cradles thou cheek smooth and rosy
But ethereal and opposite.
Dost thou regard me in similar manner,
Silent, reversed, and unreal?
Or is thou but a perfect ghostly glamour,
In a reality surreal?
Thou art my looking glass reflection,
Reality's interpretation.
Mine eyes remain beset, thou seest,
By thine eyes' behest, unreleased.
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Anthony Stauffer
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Comments (3)
Wonderful job. Well done.
Lovely!!! Beautifully written!!! Loved your ode to the looking glass!!!❤️❤️💕
This was a wonderful ode! Very eloquently written!