Marieta Maglas

Silver Star - 3,871 Points (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

The Mirror Of The Truth - Poem by Marieta Maglas

A bleeding cloud
envisioned into the mirror
of a water-eye
is like a face losing its lines,
or like a flower withering in
a falling field.

The wind developing breasts
among three limbs of a tree
is like an ancient, African, tribal woman
dancing in a wedding ceremony,
while seeking for cheerfulness.

In reality, there are only

a cloud nascent to rain,
an eye-opening to peek the luminousness,
and a tree fighting to save
its own flowers.

Due to the mirrors,
everything looks like being
always complete, but
this exhaustiveness can be real or not.

In the mirror of the aqua,
never the sky can be itself, and
never its pearls can be extant.

In the mirror of a lie,
maybe the truth looks like verity,
nevertheless, it may never be a certainty.


But, in the Holy mirror,
The Lord is human and
the human being is divine,
and our hearts can be candles
lightning love for our Lord.

Topic(s) of this poem: mirror, truth

Form: Free Verse


Comments about The Mirror Of The Truth by Marieta Maglas

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (6/19/2014 1:27:00 PM)

    Wow yes the hearts can be candles to light the way to God. Admired dis line. The rest of the poem is a mindblowing abstract. (Report) Reply

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/6/2014 5:52:00 PM)

    This is truly a very beautiful poem. So well written! Enjoyed the read! (Report) Reply

  • Chris G. Vaillancourt Chris G. Vaillancourt (5/6/2014 8:42:00 AM)

    A fantastic piece with wonderful images (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 23, 2015


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