I have no name, emerging from a sandy lair
Character without depth no shadow I cast
A child's game of peek-a-boo where I'm there in a silver stare
Knocked down by a baby's blow, another round I won't last
Born orphaned from an infertile mother
In a land where right is left and what was left is right
Twin with no sister or brother
Black back, face reflected light
With no teeth or mouth old women are afraid of me
No ears your secrets I keep
Looking into another I see eternity
Always standing I never sleep
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A really good poem about (I think) reality and perception through a mirror, I enjoyed reading!
Thanks so much for the read and most kind comment of interpretation it is most appreciated.
You're very welcome
This one is well written.I must say it is a riddle.It has a number of interpretations.For me it is life through the looking glass.Alice in wonderland
Thanks so much my friend for the visit, read and interpretation. They are all most welcome and appreciated. Have a splendid day
I'm really no good with riddles but this looks like it's talking about some kind of looking glass or mirror... reflective surface.
Thanks Cryptic you have shattered the core of it. Thanks so much for the read it is most appreciated
Oh yay! Cheers Soren 👍🏻🕊
A beautiful piece of work, with a few interpretations, but i get reflections back through an old mirror, really enjoyed the read.
Thank you have cracked the surface of the riddle so glad you stopped by your visit is most welcome and appreciated
You are very welcome
I see fate here, and no matter how hard we run we cannot escape it because it is there always and everywhere, oh how to play with your reader amazing in every way. 🌹
Dear Teddy you have seen through the reflection and seen another level of the metaphor. Thank you so much for the read and most perceptive view of this piece
Good write SB. I'm sure I know the answer to this riddle - the mother-in-law, well KP's mum then! lol.
Good guess Orchi if not I'm sure she has seen it. Thanks so much for the read as always appreciated
This is a great poem with countless possible interpretations. Here's mine. The riddle: Life itself. This poem uses seeming impossibilities (birth out of infertility, confused directions, etc., to show the alluring and yet also trippy and even unsettling reality of life. That's what I get out of this. One but many interpretations, no doubt. A hallmark of brilliant work, Soren! 🌹👏
Thank you so much Tristan for this review and interpretation it is most appreciated
You are welcome, Soren!
Like a hall of mirrors, no beginning and no end, how do we make sense of life. A remarkable brain teaser, Loved it!
Thank you so much Bella for the review and interpretation of this piece it as always is most appreciated.
Wow. Powerful and poignant.
Thank you Thomas your words are most appreciated.
sandy lair, hints to the making of glass. looking into another I see eternity, nods to two mirrors reflecting each other infinitely. silver stare shows that it is a mirror and not just glass, and plenty kids play peek-a-boo with themselves. I'm not sure about the born an orphan from an infertile mother, but I love the detail that you put into each line.
Thank you so much for your most astute observations all correct. The ones your not sure about still apply but are more deeply embedded and go to a different level.
I'll have to think about it more, I'm sure!
Terrific poem and
riddle indeed!! 😀
I see someone in a
multi mirrored room
like they have at the circus. 🎪
And all the shapes distorted.
That's the first thing that
Came to mind!¿😳
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad for the read and yes that is a good interpretation. Have a great day
We all see ourselves as individuals soren
Andy
Indeed we do Gold thank yoiu for your read and kind words they are always appreciated
So many possibilities, so little time .. I shall have to make a stab in the dark and run with time .. or reflecting upon it .. and therefore one's mortality .. maybe Neville
Thanks so much Neville for the review and most interesting interpretation. I like the way you went with this and at least part of it was my initial intent.
An intriguing piece, Soren. Nicely done.
Thanks Tom your read and comment are most appreciated
I see it as reflecting upon one's life for what it is. Excellently penned soren. 🌹👍
Thank you Accidental I deeply appreciate your read and words of interpretation
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