Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

Reflections

For thirst I went to wet my lips
And knelt down by a stream,
My reflection stared back at me
'Twas like a waking dream.

I looked myself in the eye
As it did the same,
Who was who, which was what
Confusion was the game.

Was I kneeling, looking down
Or was I drowning looking up,
I cupped my hands, broke the spell
And hurriedly I supped.

I gathered myself up to leave
As the ripples coalesced,
My reflection began to reappear
Swiftly then, I left.









Entry for
STRAND SELECT 9 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
12/1/2020. Placed=2nd.

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Joseph P. DiMino January 16, 2020 at 7:19 AM Amazing write! Beautiful...and those ripples leaving with us, rippling beside us, for others to see. True reflection is a bottomless depth of quenching. Gary Smith January 16, 2020 at 7:22 AM Thank you Joe. :)

Sam Kauffman January 12, 2020 at 6:56 PM Congratulations on your winning placement! So well written - reality vs. perception spiraling us into that place where the lines blur! Gary Smith January 13, 2020 at 12:23 AM Thank you Sam. :)

Gershon Wolf January 12, 2020 at 6:00 PM Great reflection on perception (Pun intended, of course). Wonderful entry for the contest, Gary. Warm wshes, Gershon Gary Smith January 12, 2020 at 6:33 PM Thank you Gershon. :)

Brenda Chiri January 12, 2020 at 1:07 PM Gary congrats on your win!;) Gary Smith January 12, 2020 at 2:07 PM Thank you Brenda. :)

Lin Lane January 12, 2020 at 12:24 PM Your lines give pause for thought. Sometimes, when peering into a mirror, our reflection doesn't seem to be what we expect. A titch frightening. Good write, Gary. Gary Smith January 12, 2020 at 12:34 PM Thank you Lin. :)