Reflections.
Each, a
unique
creation.
Wired
at
inception.
Down
loaded
after birth.
Sculpted
through
experience.
Works of
art all.
Some,
rough hewn.
Others,
finer in
detail.
All
reflecting
back to
the milieu.
Each, a
brush stroke
back
into the
realm.
Each,
part of
writhing
humanity.
Destination
uncertain.
Path
to the
beyond.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 6th, 2023 06:26
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I really like the personification of the reflection. It is a statue but animate at the same time. Great poem, nice job!
Hi MG,
thank you kindly for reading my work.
JP
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