She (Tritina)
Within this place, the eye forever makes
the canvas where the poor reflected me
can see beyond the mirror to the whole
and wonder if the shadows are the whole
or if the observation is what makes
the conquest of the darkest sides of me
reality. If poor reflected me
can capture but a glimpse of what is whole,
then truly, what a mirror that eye makes!
and through it, I may find what makes me whole.
Author's note - in my experimentation with form, I came across the tritina. This is
my first attempt. If anyone has tried these or has any tips on how to make them
not sound trite, boring, or 'obvious', I would love to hear from you!
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