Visage stark and eyes of steel
He shares my thoughts and what I feel
And seems to know more than I’ve known
The face in the mirror sees through me.
He knows my faults, my secret sins
And bears no mercy without or within
Judgement swift cuts to the bone
The face in the mirror weighs me
Dreams and goals, schemes and plans
He shatters with a sneering glance
And his silence is the only tone
The face in the mirror knows me
He measures my worth with soulless stare
And soundlessly he lays me bare
Worthless his lips appear to moan
The face in the mirror shows me
He finds me lacking and less each day
Though why so harsh he will not say
Just a loathing low hushed groan
The face in the mirror wounds me
His disregard so plain and clear
He knows my pain and stokes my fear
His twisted lips set the tone
The face in the mirror grieves me
He arbitrates my very life
Slashes my soul with psychic knife
His cruelty hard as stone
The face in the mirror hates me
No escape and no reprieve
This simulacrum will never leave
His torment won’t let me alone
The face in the mirror is me
Categories:
arbitrates, confusion, fear, hurt, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
This craggy place
vehemently clings to
dawn’s perpetual shadow,
the desolate wind arbitrates
with the warm body! Mine.
To the west grey stone
fuse with inhibited sky,
within the brownish bracken
sly vixen gives me a second look,
possibly doesn’t like
my scar fell face!
Alpine flower reaches out
to a watery sun for life,
soon to be put on hold,
but surely an end to
one’s misery?
The fragrance of the morning
send the beast to the wall,
no need of the weatherman
up here. The kennel next to
the cattle grid remains inhabited
the doorway of jute guards against
inclemency.
In this isolated place,
the riverbanks expose all
to winter, cheerless waters
witness a cortege of inanimation,
many shades bestowed by nature
in respect to this
cycle of the seasons!
© Harry J Horsman 2000
Categories:
arbitrates, nature,
Form: Free verse