through into the mirror world,
his eyes search for his lost reflection,
that he saw disappear, on the iris
of the reflection of his being,
he looks for it, shadowed by it,
finding his way, losing it
in the reverse reality, his fingers
deciphering the codes, on
the walls inverted, plains elevated,
blindingly searching for his self,
that resided in the wide expanse,
where lifeless lives drift into one,
and coalesce with each other,
into an amalgam of shadows,
he appraise them all but it was
not to be found, what he had come
looking for, and then he reaches a portal,
a door that leads to nowhere,
and on the other side, he finds it,
looking into his eyes astounded,
he stays put but it disappears
in the iris of reflection of his eyes,
he has gone and he has come by,
it is unknown what he is, what he was,
a material, now reflection,
reflecting back, disappearing in one,
and yet materializing in another, looking
for the eyes and the empty iris,
where he disappeared once
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[ Smiles ] This is a nice, philosophical piece.
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If you long for a particular trait and look honestly for it hard enough you will eventually acquire it and then it will appear in your reflection. Part of growing.
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I think it must be hard / disconcerting when reflections are there and then they are not and then they appear somewhere else. But a fascinating concept nonetheless.
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This goes nicely with your tagline of creating worlds and escaping them.
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it has an otherworldly feel…can you imagine losing your reflection in the mirror…how disconcerting that would be…the other thought was what if you travelled through the mirror to other places as well…interesting amnol
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What is real? What is really alive? This is almost looking beyond into eternity. Great reflective piece.
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How frightening it must be to lose your reflection! I like how this can be read on a more metaphorical level, HA!
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This is so hypnotic – I felt as if i was in one of those Escher drawings, with stairs that appear to go up and down at the same time – disappearing into myself… Creepy too!
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This would make a great start to a scary movie!
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How strange it would be to not see your reflection, vampires came to mind. This has twists and turns and has a confusion which made me have to read again to follow – well done anmol
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Fascinating. I have looked for me in a lover’s eyes but never in a reflection of my own iris! It must be hard to stay focused there–we are not built for the task of one. And ironically we are probably the only ones who could/should take on that task (though in a guided tour). I enjoyed the repeated returns to the place where the reflection was lost once and the suggestion that the journey cannot be completed once and for always.
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Looking at oneself in the eye is often so hard to do…There is such depth to this. I need to ponder it more.
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Very nice my friend! I love it.
Lots of love
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It would be terrifying to have this happen literally–one’s reflection disappearing. Conveys the concept well. Thanks for posting this.
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This is an intriguing response to the prompt….so much to think about in here!
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…it simply shows how mirror can be quite frightening…. so vivid…. smiles…
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There has to be a sense of loss in a reverse world through the looking glass … intriguing
and enjoyable lines…
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You outlined a perfect, relatable and often very hurtfull reflection so to say, or at least what it reminded me of, of how it feels when a soul has trouble laying down on rocks. Hope the comment made enough sense! I liked reading the poem very much! 🙂
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The comment makes complete sense, Oloriel.
Thank you for the kind feedback.
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This gave me the impression that all is static & unmoving as if he was not enlightened ~ The empty iris is a vivid image~
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I was thinking about time, when we’re ‘losing reflection’….maybe it’s when frustrated, don’t know what to do…so our expression is changing very quick, reflecting thoughts… in this contest I’d say that original reflection is lost….interesting write.
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Your poem has a wonderful science fiction vibe .. I enjoyed it. (Going to check my reflection now.)
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Hank, this one raises questions, leads somewhere, goes nowhere, connects dots, disconnects. Wow, I need to read this again (and again)
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Thanks.
I am sorry but HA is sort of my pen-name but I am really called Anmol.
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Love the feel of this pieces, very cool write.
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Mirrors can be revealing and frightening at odd times. Discoveries go both ways. Nicely HA!
Hank
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