Challenge
Poetry matters: $250 on the table for the writer who nails form, content, and fire. Three judges will help select the winner. There is a lot of talent here so swing for the fences. Good luck to all.
Roman Mirrors
Your face remains unseen
Except through the grim and grainy glass
That’s stiller than water and easy to crack.
I wonder – does it glance at you as you pass
Not looking at the world reflected?
Hung framed on a cracked and faded wall,
We contain the screaming likeness of ourselves
So we can simmer to sleep, to let peace enthrall.
One world is enough it seems,
Without another one to shatter.
Tell me – if we break their world,
Here on this side, will it matter?
Bad luck follows our guilt
As we try to make amends.
The mirrors are always watching
Even if we try to pretend
That we are the only copy of ourselves,
And that we remain unique.
I wonder – what would your reflection
Say to you, if only it could speak?
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