A mirror in the home of a beautiful
girl
Reflects beauty it's shown to the rest
of the world.
How absurd if the mirror would take
into its head
That it doesn't reflect, but creates it
instead?
Yet, minds, such as mine, of middling
artists
Are vulnerable to this Creator's
Hubris.
I went and rhymed "girl" with "world" again, because I'm an unredeemed hack...which is more or less exactly the point of the poem.
ReplyDeleteI didn't read your comment before I read this, and I didn't stop there thinking that it didn't flow well or something. I didn't stop anywhere until the last word, but then I consulted my dictionary and read it again and liked it even more than the first time (which was a lot).
ReplyDeleteAlso, can I share this on my blog where I post things that other people write?
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I'm glad you like it. You're certainly free to use it for whatever.
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