Self-Portrait
I meet the mirrored man's appraising gaze
And focus on the pupils. In return
They peer as if attempting to discern
The nature of the soul behind the maze
Of optic nerves. I frown as if to warn
Those earnest eyes their searching is in vain,
But when I look a smile of cool disdain
Surveys me from the image I have drawn.
The mirrored man is all too well aware
(Enjoying this he sneers at me in scorn)
I see cold glass no matter how I stare,
No secret depths. And now the page is torn.
As if afraid that nothing will remain
Despite myself I pose and try again.


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I also wanted to stop by and wish you a Happy Thanksgiving just Donāt touch my turkey :)
( what does PPSWC mean by the way? )
Thanks for posting to Mindful Poetry.
What a great job youāve done in word painting one seeking the merits/qualities of his/herself through a self-portrait attempt. I love this cautionary line from your sonnet that seeks to change the dynamics involved:
I frown as if to warn
Those earnest eyes their searching is in vain,
But my favorite lines were the last two! The humor is charmingly poignant, and liberates the tension from the intensity of the content before in a delightful way. A winning write for sure, Mike. Your poems are always beautiful, mysterious and exemplary of a marvelous talent.
Wonderful writing, Mike! :-)
focusing on pupils
soul divided by glass reflection
meter and rhyme perfection
You left me with a smile
Humorous detection
You do excell everytime and factually honest
I have no words to cover but totally agree with Barb
The beauty is all mirrored in her say !!!
It really is like a different person is peering back sometimes. You've captured youself well.
Thanks!
Hmm, when I was younger (15-20 years maybe?) I liked what I saw in the mirror... on the surface anyway. Now that I am older, I find that I can complete grooming essentials... even pluck an eyebrow or 2 and not really see anything. I wish there was a mirror that could bring to light the things that are really important. The available reflecting devices in my world do nothing but accentuate the lines on my face. I guess that is what our loved ones are for. Human mirrors reflecting all our love and devotion, time and effort. However, the reflection of a typical teenage mirror will always be a bit distorted...
Thanks for a wonderful read.
It's another great poem and I am happy to read it again!
A universal theme of humanity and introspection is the reflection that shines here.
i see something different.
at the end there, i mean.
a certain...'futility'? -is this the word i seek?
perhaps.
Resignedness?
I know what you mean thomas. Yes, there is humor, but there is also quiet desperation. It's also a comment on my own poetry.