Maddening Reflections Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Maddening Reflections
Looking out windows, reflecting the room back at me is
disconcerting.
Expecting to see the out of doors when looking out,
instead, seeing fluorescent lights shining back at me!
Trying to see what is outside this room, I look and see
the wall that is behind me!
Reflections can be maddening sometimes, as I recall, but
when shutting the lights off, it all resorts back to the
way it is to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/24/2024 6:17:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That's part of it RoseAnn. What if someone's watching your reflection and thinking, 'does she know? '