Reflecting through
Sometimes I feel like I can see through myself,
viewing the sites through a windows pane.
Transparently my reflection with no solid wealth,
looking back at me and my double focus strain.
The puddle reflects a mirrors reversed view,
the mirror injects another one of me to see.
An old picture captures a past image so true,
this windows image I see straight through me.
Each view tricks, confuses, and even calms my mind,
allows me the moments needed to reflect on view.
There are always new things in a refection to find,
seeing through myself is something I forward look to.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2025 04:39
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Comments1
It was Narcissus that was infatuated with his own reflection and yet here self reflection is not one of vanity but of understanding.. A lovely poem well written.
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