Reflections

sorenbarrett

Have you ever stood in a hall of mirrors

where a limited space contains eternity?

An alternating image of back, front, and side apears

One person cloned, an endless shimmering paternity

 

Universal laws shattered by glass

Time is splintered here,

One stir, a million immediate images pass

to infinity, not just one light year

 

The law of conservation defying,

unbounded alteration with no expended force

One sparkle instantaneously multiplying

glimmering stars in an expanding universe

 

One smile turns into limitless grins,

with no energy expended

Interminable falseness begins,

reversed, to the end of space extended

 

Images, none and all are real

but all the same, no individuality

They all have identical appeal

Each fault multiplied in its decending plurality

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  • L. B. Mek

    Brilliant!
    (one moment of reflection
    as a multiplicative inducement
    to formulate
    our refracted hope's, within
    lightning
    in midsummer, lunch hour
    a spark
    dissonance crazed hair, as our
    self-worth's, Phoenix flower
    'One sparkle instantaneously multiplying
    glimmering stars in an expanding universe

    One smile turns into limitless grins,
    with no energy expended'
    just, One
    helpful hand, kind gesture
    or relatable empathy
    worded irresistibly, majestic
    just, One)

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks L.B. glad to see that you saw the image in the title. Just one more reflected thought.

    • sophin

      Incredibly written!
      "Universal laws shattered by glass"
      "One smile turns into limitless grins,
      with no energy expended"

      An exquisite blend of raw emotion and the beauty of science.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you sophin for your most generous comment.

      • sorenbarrett

        Glad to see you saw the image in the title. I hope that this is no reflection on me. Appreciate the review L.B.

      • Bella Shepard

        The hall of mirrors contains so many iterations of ourselves, layer upon layer, which one is who we really are, or is it perhaps who we really become. This is a feast for the mind dear poet.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Bella, your review and comments are so valued. Yes we are many layers and often we reflect on these images.



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