Face To Face
This glass,this mirror flat
I see before me ,day by day.
The reflection of what others
see of me.I see in one d,this
dimension can never 'live' or
be touched.I reach out but it
I cannot feel.My prints I leave,
but still cannot breach this barrier
between me and me.Un-tactile
unsatisfactory,ephemeral it
disappears as I move away,
for I can no longer stay.In my
pose face to face,lacking grace
lest this narcissus grows.
An example of structured prose verse
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013
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