I gazed into Melancholy's mirror
And found the more I reflected on it,
The more it reflected on me
Providing a perfect symmetry
As beautiful and fragile as a butterfly's wings
I tilted my head to discover an endless corridor
Extending before me, and turning around,
Found more mirrors had gathered,
Offering now a multitude of paths in every direction
That branched out from me like dendrites
Leading everywhere, into nowhere
Dark and inviting, they offered a promise
That Time would never walk these halls, as
They had been reserved
For Melancholy and me
the reference to mirrors and dendrites, and the context in which you used them, reminds me of Buddhism and Quantum Theory - this is heavy stuff, but painted in a way that is inviting, not intimidating. great balance! !
the reference to mirrors and dendrites, and the context in which you used them, reminds me of Buddhism and Quantum Theory - this is heavy stuff, but painted in a way that is inviting, not intimidating. great balance! !
...Providing a perfect symmetry As beautiful and fragile as a butterfly's wings... I find it refreshing the way you see yourself, not many can gaze into Melancholy's Mirrors, and be happy with what they see. Great Write Amanda! ; -) Kelly.
Wonderful poem full of imagery and thoughtfully constructed.
I find myself gobbling up poems like these, the ones that paint such striking images. Great ink with alluring imagery!
Melancholy is not the state to be avoided rather it is a rich state for a poetic spirit. You have done justice with the string of images you have used here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem. The illustration of the mirrors and the endless tunnel, beautifully blended with your suffering words. I appreciate your giving us a glimpse of a moment in your life. Beautiful and sad.