Am I no more than a mirror?
I reflect.
I reflect pale Narcissus.
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I like the poems from your Journey Inwards Collection, especially this one, very profound, reflecting probably my own thoughts. I like the kind of classification of the men 'sorts' here, the idea of almost universal adaptability of the woman, if only she likes to be a reflection. But there comes a day when she becomes more than simple reflection. Quite optiistic last stanza. A very good deep poem.
This is a great piece of writing. The ending is brilliant. Women so often see themselves as a reflection wrought through the prism of men instead of simply being happy being themselves and learning to see themselves in the light of their own achievements and as having incalculable value in and of themseves. Thanks for sharing. wj
Brilliant (and clever!) I love what you've done here, the experiment appears to have worked.... HG: -) xx
Thank you, Onelia - yes, I wrote this some time ago, before I met the man in the last stanza. This should really be in the 'Dedicated to DD' section now - I do feel valued and validated for myself, by Donall, I can finally be what I am, with no mask, and that is what has made it so easy to fall in love with him.