Mirror dimension

kitty the naughty poet

My right arm reaches through the mirror

        trying to grasp my creative essence

 

I reach with my left

        but its stuck between worlds

 

as my essence sits on the floor

        curled in a ball

 

weeping into white draped knees

        unable to look anywhere

 

through tired eyes

        staring into the abyss

 

broken within the mirror dimension

      lost to the shadows of reality

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  • Caring dove

    Good writing Katy .. I wrote a poem about a mirror once .. quite a few years ago , I may post it

  • Saxon Crow

    Shadows if reality or truth of illusion? Great poem here.

  • Goldfinch60

    Intriguing words Katie.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good write K.
    Kitty thought she saw me in the mirror. She reached out with her hand, but it was only a photo of me stuck on the mirror! lol.
    Ohh, she'll be OK when she sees Sir again. heehee.

  • orchidee

    Good write K.
    Kitty thought she saw me in the mirror. She reached out with her hand, but it was only a photo of me stuck on the mirror! lol.
    Ohh, she'll be OK when she sees Sir again. heehee.

  • MendedFences27

    Nice. Very mystical. "As my essence sits on the floor," could be the search for one's muse and " the shadows of reality" hint at a more ominous intent. A tale that could go in many directions. Maybe it will inspire many more works from you. Very well done. Enjoyed it. - Phil A



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