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