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Open Poetry #4

Reflections

seti@home
Junior Member

since 1999-11-28

Posts 24

0 posted 1999-11-28 05:07 PM

Reflections

As he stared into its depths
Drawn in by its many images
And hypnotised by its reflections
Each shattered piece – a different turn in his life
As he gazed upon the mirror cracked.
There in front were pieces of his life or what might have been,
He could clearly see behind one of his reflections,
A world of endless fields, rolling hills, and mountain streams
So he stepped inside and looked around
He took in the mountain air,
His bare feet wet with mountain due
His body free of clothes
Where daisies topped with golden flares of sunlight
Their petals sown in with silver thread
As they pushed there way up between his toes.
He ran through grasses of emerald green,
Where droplets of pearls danced on his bare skin.
He thought he was flying like an eagle through the sky,
As far as his eye could see,
There below were magnificent mountain valleys,
Coloured by the stains of falling rainbows
Mountaintops covered in ice cream
The mountains themselves made of chocolate fudge,
The sky, held a golden disk of light,
Set against a sky of magnificent blue
The sweet smell of freedom he had craved for all his life.
Was here surrounding him, embracing him.
But he realised that this freedom in all it splendour,
Its vastness of all the treasures that nature can provide
Is no freedom at all, without those to share in its beauty and greatness,
There were other dreams for him to explore though
Other feelings inside him to interact with
Other pieces of this shattered mirror to look into.

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 1999-11-28 05:22 PM

Seti - This is absolutely beautiful.
Such insight from the shattered mirror of life. Thank you for sharing this.
Welcome to Passions. Wow !

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