I stared at the girl in a little black dress
She stood looking youthful and classy
I recognized her and her bright auburn hair
Those red-tinted lips speaks of fierce
Her eyes fixed on mine and then I realized
She was not a stranger, she was me
From rags to riches, grief to bliss
She made through it all, she should be happy
But her smile is a shroud
To the depths of her misery
To the pits of agony,
A playful veil
For she may have gained the rest of the world
But in meaning and purpose, she failed.
In response to Writing 101: Poetry
Day 2: Reflections
Prompt 2 is a courtesy of Melinda Kucsera.
On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.
Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.
Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.