Golden Mirror

In my blooming brokenness,
        I seek for a 
    clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing    of velvety value
      ever lies within material items,
frozen in trembling time,
         soaked in raining blood roses,
yet holds memories inscribed~
        with blushing beams of blueberry glows,
drifting above hushed hills
       sitting in the hollow hallways
               in hallowed motionlessness.

Is it ironic that a golden mirror
      emanates reflections
           of more than just my
                  bronze silhouette?
It weighs heavy with     seething secrets,
lost between changing seasons
             and deranged emotions,
           resigned in rhythmic requiems 
of   restrained freedom.

I remember the suppressed
       sagas of silvery glass,
    that stretched beyond my watery iris,
written with russet skin of fallen feathers...
   and I whisper to the vermilion wallflowers
    within my burgundy room,
    of how I found the magical mirror
 to my aching soul,
      in a retail store, illuminated
by medieval chandeliers,
       hanging in Victorian gloominess.

I used to sculpt crystalline chronicles
    along the caramel-tinted frames,
      that have seen stars of summer fade
     into fragile springs,
while autumn arrived,
        knocking on my conscience,
to cloak me in     sparkling
         champagne  warmth.

But time is a relentless reminder
     of how the garnet moon wanes,
     and constellations of 
               glistening truth crack.

Now the mirror that heard
     the unsung songs
        beneath my marigold lipstick,
is reluctant to see   the unspoken wounds,
leaving me stranded  
     in an accidental battle
with rhyme-less words,
for all that remains, untamed,  
      are hopelessly claimed strings
of familiar, once-upon-a-fairytales...

So it refracts, stands, unbothered,
   like a forgotten ornament
   left under a broken tree,
with weeping    leaves and tainted twigs,
without a companion~
     wrapped as a pleasant present
                            ribboned with riddles
                                      of a weathered d r e a m …..
     I have no desire to mindlessly 
                      objectify an abandoned object 
                           with mosaic metaphors…
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Kendrick Avatar
January 8, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Congratulations on your winning work in Brian's contest. Way to go. Sara K
Agustin Avatar
December 31, 2024 at 2:24 AM
Wow! Congrats. Thanks for sharing this. May God bless you with a prosperous New Year.
Hind Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 4:22 PM
Your tone is always so, so beautiful. Like magic...you even mentioned the word "magic"- beautiful writing, and a fav from me <3 love and light
Buhagiar Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 10:36 AM
Mosaic metaphors. Such great expressions dear Ink. For you are an Empress. A delightful poem, a search for the truth of life. Outstanding poem.
Rodgers Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 6:49 AM
Dear Empress, What a wonderful existential journey as we search for meaning beyond material items. I particularly loved how you used the metaphor of a golden mirror to reveal hidden emotions and memories. That is me for sure! As I read this insightful piece I could sense the weight of personal secrets and the passage of time, suggesting that true value and understanding come from deep introspection and self-awareness. I always fall hook line and sinker into your words, which cause me to reflect on many aspects of my own life. You are great at expressing these emotions that many of us feel. A Fav for Sure! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
George Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 6:09 AM
A good one to use a mirror. It's the only thing that closely reflects our light and darkness. I was working on a book and I used the mirror as a narrator. It was so ruthless. It has seen the day and night in us. And I thought to myself, the mirror follows us because it stores every part of us in it when we look at it. It shares our memories, maybe steals some. What if the mirror was cursed? To forever be an object that reflects other things. To think that we have never truly seen ourselves.
George Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 6:10 AM
We are so much alike- the mirror and us. People have seen us but we just see ourselves through any reflective piece. So it is important to see ourselves pass our physical looks. You have written this very well as always. Lovely metaphors and alliterations. Cheers, dear Ink.
Dietrich Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 10:53 PM
Oh it just dawned on me. This is for the contest on stuff, right? I have an old free verse about a mirrored lid that came off a jewelry box of mine. I had asked if it could be used and got no answer. Anyway, your way with the sounds of words is always so amazing. By the way, I loved the idea of marigold lipstick ! I just finished comments here. Time for emails!
Empress Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 11:11 PM
Ah you should write about this mirrored lid… How interesting: please do show me the poem i would love to read: yes it is about stuff hah! This mirror i have like since forever, and as mentioned. Not sure if my poem is ok but i was inspired somehow . Marigold lipstick my fave lipstick color haha
Parker Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 7:21 PM
maybe it's the inscribed memories that are the clue you seek to understand what was nothing more than an object to be cast aside as you grapple with life and its uncertainties...for a mirror holds only what you perceive...does it not, dear poet
Empress Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 5:32 AM
Dear frederick well said and yes , memories indeed.. is what i was seeking, youv said it very well. Thank you for your kind review
Gasun Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 6:38 PM
I dearly love how you associate this golden mirror into your life with your highly aesthetic words my dear poet friend Ink. I'm learning a lot from you and I'm always delighted to read your work. Another brilliant poem gracing my day. Thank you so much for sharing! Blessings to you always and your writings. Best wishes always too. Hugs
Empress Avatar
July 29, 2024 at 5:34 AM
Awwn thank you so much so nice to hear from you and your kind and thoughtful comments are always appreciated. So generous of you to read so many of my poems. And leave your thoughts. Thank you again
Greenhough Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 4:13 PM
This is a poem of variable motion spanning time. I like its references to chronological values. Is a garage sale in the near future?
May Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 2:46 PM
"The mirror reflects more than silhouettes, Holding secrets lost between seasons" Very nicely done
One Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 1:36 PM
In my blooming brokenness... This one pours our angst and hurt right from the beginning.. I like the The poem's structure, with its deliberate use of spacing and enjambment, adds to its poetic quality, emphasizing certain phrases and creating a rhythm that mimics the ebb and flow of the speaker's thoughts. Lines like "frozen in trembling time" and "sitting in the hollow hallways / in hallowed motionlessness" capture a sense of stasis and longing. It's sad how your poem concludes with a poignant image of abandonment and resilience, where the mirror, now a "forgotten ornament," stands amidst "weeping leaves and tainted twigs." The speaker's refusal to "mindlessly objectify an abandoned object with mosaic metaphors" signals a desire to move beyond mere surface interpretations, seeking deeper truths amidst the ruins of their dreams.
Empress Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 2:07 PM
Thank you for reading and for leaving such a thoughtful comment always grateful for your support . You felt the depth of this poem
Rose  Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 1:33 PM
I agree with Tom below, material things are just stuff we collect, better not cling to hard, only love can gently let us thrive, before and long after dear heart, thanks for sharing such a jewel of a poem, xo
Empress Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 1:46 PM
Awwn exactly sweet rose… i agree always a pleasure hearing from you really
Onpaper Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 11:37 AM
Me too me tooo!!! I see one as well everyday aee!!! Unfortunately I have not objectify that object yet…. But after reading this piece I would like to inform u that I would I like to objectify this golden object tooo… !!! How now?? frozen in trembling time, soaked in raining blood roses, whisper to the vermilion wallflowers within my burgundy room, ooo I love how u weave imagery in such finesse!! sculpt crystalline chronicles along the caramel-tinted frames,.. I mean oooooooo !So it refracts, stands, unbothered, without a companion Gorgeous!!
Empress Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 11:42 AM
Hahahha papi ok im waiting
Rhymes Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 11:20 AM
Hey I also have a golden mirror … so cool you can write like this about an object .
Empress Avatar
July 28, 2024 at 11:25 AM
No sh&&&& omg really how cool hahaha not
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