I
how many mirrors
has this morning hung
everywhere I see my soul
II
like mirror shards
the morning dew falls
suddenly a thousand skies
III
my grandmother’s mirror
photoshopping my image
with her soft eyes
IV
somedays the mirror
stretches a hand
to catch a falling tear
V
between me and the mirror
seven steps
seven presumptions
VI
the sky is our mirror
you see the falling stars
I am bewitched by the moon
VII
empty mirror
how much did I lose of myself
leaving you
VIII
free,
the way we looked
before there were mirrors
IX
hidden behind the mirror
all those reflections
before this
X
today the mirror
casts three reflections
asking me to choose
XI
in his rearview mirror
he brings home
the waxing moon
XII
then what saved Narcissus?
a ripple?
a tear?
XIII
three blackbirds
flying past the mirror
six pause
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THOUGHT PURGE 
Wonderful!! I especially love 8…just imagine a world without mirrors!! And I also love 11—what we see in the rear view mirror – the waxing moon…hmmmm think if we could see all our past within a rearview mirror….
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Thanks so much Lillian
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Some beautiful “reflections” in this piece. Love the blackbird reference in the final part. A very suitable tribute!
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Thanks so much Bryan.
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every one a beautiful reflection – stanza X simply superb
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Thanks so much Laura. Glad you liked it.
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Truly amazing work. I went back in for a second read. Those last two verses…wow!
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Thank you for your support. Much appreciated.
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Love your ending Thot! You very much relate to Wallace’s poem even with the 13 in number. You had also maintained that connection of the blackbird at the end. Great lines!
Hank
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Thanks so much Hank.
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IMPRESSIVE. Love the last one a lot!
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Thanks so much.
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Oh, I enjoyed reading and re-reading this!
Each piece a gem!
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Thanks so much.
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I totally enjoyed these snippets of poems. Quite, er, reflective. Love number XI. Wonderful.
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Thank you 😀😀
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I had to pause to count the birds in the last stanza. Your whole poem is well crafted.
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Thank you 😀
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It is spectacular and I love number V…mirror catching a tear. Great work!
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Thanks so much.
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So much to savor in this, thot. I love the freedom of VII and then the brilliance of the final stanza.
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Thanks so much 😀
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I love each poetic response Thotpurge ~ My favorites are 3 and 4 as now that I am getting older, I see mother and grandmother’s faces in the mirror ~ This is very well done, brava ~
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Thank you Grace.
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Love love love this, especially:
“how many mirrors
has this morning hung?”
The sense of seeing too much self in the world, in the day.
MAN, I’m just gonna chew on that for awhile. I feel this, deeply.
(Love the rest, too.)
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Thank you.. glad you liked it. Much appreciated.
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This is like a meditation – a reflection, maybe? I like it very much.
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Thanks so much.
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Oh this is absolutely inspirational work 😀 especially love:
the sky is our mirror
you see the falling stars
I am bewitched by the moon
Beautifully penned.
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Thanks so much Sanaa.
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I liked the sixth one best about being bewitched by the moon. That sounds like it might be a pleasant experience.
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Think so too 😀 Thanks Frank.
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Oh gosh! So many ways of looking at a mirror! Reflective…
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Thanks Kim.
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What a tribute – so many perspectives and reflections… 😉
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Thank you. 😀
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I must say, you certainly got into the swing of things, finding 13 perspectives & keeping the stanzas sparse & crisp. II & VIII really wowed me; more blackbirds appear; great–guess I need to get out my Joni Mitchell & groove on BLACKBIRD.
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Couldn’t resist the blackbirds!! Thanks Glenn.
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I love all the different aspects of the mirrors and how they reflect back in different ways.
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Thanks Brian… this was so much fun to write.
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I love the way you handled the prompt!I especially enjoyed number 3. This little snippet of an image gave me both a mixture of a velvet sorrow and tingling happiness that beckons me to smile. It reminded me of how those who really love us we always, despite everything, see us in the softest of ways, and for me, it is my grandmother, hence why I immediately felt attached to this part of your whole poem.
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Thanks so much. Am so glad it connected you with a beloved grandmother.
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This is spectacular I think… yes this is exactly what I wanted to see… and you brought up exactly that Caravaggio painting too… woot… .love it… I will link you up later.
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Thanks so much..love this form.
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This is awesome. Everything you write is awesome. But I have to tell you, when I read #12, I first saw this … which really made me smile:
“then what saved Narcissus?
a nipple?
a tear?”
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😀 Glad I didn’t write that though.
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