“The Unwritten Mirror”
’Tis folly to believe we breathe;
To banish us would clear the air.
We are the products of your thought,
An authentic fault of mind.
We inhabited the attic floor
And knocked upon the nursery door,
Assumed the names you chose to lend,
And played the friend you called by heart.
We held the room when you were small
And caught your shadow on the wall;
We spoke in tones of borrowed grace
To fill the space you left behind.
Yet do not think us rogue or wild,
ghosts that haunted your little child—
We are the mirrors of your mind,
The self you blind yourself to see.
You carved our faces out of air
And sat us in an empty chair,
Then mistook the echo for a voice
And made a choice to stay inside.
So lock the drawer and turn the key,
Set down the pen and set us free.
For though we keep you company,
We are those myths you keep alive.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was well received elsewhere several times, curious to see how it goes here 🙏🏻🕊️
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Comments6
An engaging write my friend, much enjoyed
Glad to hear that dear friend, thank you 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
This one hit home and is one of those that I wished I had written. It speaks to the soul, whatever that is, that sense of consciousness and being. So well worded it contains layers of wisdom in metaphor so well painted personifying thoughts and feelings. Masterfully done my friend and a definite fave
It was an attempt at breaking free from the doldrum of pedantic rhyme making it echoing and periodic rather than a piston like monotonous droning rhythm. Of course, while keeping the metaphor in that movement. Thank you, dear friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A.
Thanks O. 🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, what a haunting exploration of imagination, identity, and the figures we create to occupy inner absences. The gothic atmosphere draws us inward until the real subject becomes the divided self. Brilliant piece, arqios. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Mentioning Gothic seems like we are approaching Poevian orbit again. Thanks Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
Quite deep this one. And all these Myths come in handy for creating a Poem or two.
A good Write.
Yes! That's the general idea, a string of verse issuing forth from each other. Thanks mate🙏🏻🕊️
May those myths always bring joy to our world Rik.
Andy
Couldn't agree more, Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
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