Love My Reflection
I often catch a glimpse of my colours and curves in that mirror hung at the back of the room
I’m graceful and charming and I see that I’m attractive and people like me
They don’t know or don’t care that there’s more to me than my pretty veneer
As they briefly pause, give me a quick look and walk on by
Never taking the time to scratch the surface and get to know the real me.
Only my creator understands the depths and layers of me
Often gazing with intensity into my eyes as if looking for answers or maybe even questions
Half talking to me, half to herself, she holds her empty canvases
And decides the world doesn’t need more pretty pictures to feed the many blasé eyes
Art used to be fodder for souls to interact and come alive
People have turned deaf to the symbols and don’t pause for that inner dialogue anymore
I get the distinct impression that I’m passé and need to make room for a new style
I’m told I’m just an illusion and distraction
The world doesn’t need more pretty pictures to feed the many blasé eyes
Those blank canvases will somehow to destined to send less subtle messages
And remind people that they are all on a spiritual journey
Here on earth to learn about living with each other
Searching within for answers and needing to be kind
Whatever, I hope they never do away with that mirror hung at the back of the room
Featured on July 22, 2018
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on August 19, 2017 WRITTEN SPECIFICALLY FOR... BUT FAILED TO SUBMIT due to technical error... for contest PERSONIFICATION OF A PLANT
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
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