Shayma Ahmadi Shahsavaran


Mirror - Poem by Shayma Ahmadi Shahsavaran

Mirror



Look at the blue sky.
All the white clouds are the pieces of my skirt which wind took one bitter day.
Confess the beauty of the sky.
Confess to you self in front of the mirrors.
Just like that lady in front of the mirrors.
Sylvia 's mirrors. Perhaps I am Sylvia. A gray lady …
I found out the secret and the truth behind her mirror.
You can't tell yourself a lie. You must say that the sky is beautiful.
Must is always a must.
Whenever you look at the sky, you remember me.
Remind your self... There was a lady …
A lady who wants to be a bird, but never could.
Just like Sylvia, and all the mirrors.


To the lady of the mirrors
Sylvia Plath

Shayma


Comments about Mirror by Shayma Ahmadi Shahsavaran

  • Rookie - 219 Points Prasanna Kumari (7/15/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    beautiful...this mirror reflects many things beyond the normal eyes... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014


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