Monday, July 4, 2016

The Mirror Speaks


The Mirror Speaks

by Seah Greenhorn 
( Poem with copyright ) 



Daily
accessible

once as polished stone,
bronze or copper, later tin,
silver, even gold. Hazy and thin.

Until the first century C.E.
when mirrored glass did us befriend.

Yes, to adjust or correct
the persona outward
reflecting impurities or beauty
buried within.

Not to
is a travesty.

Us in pretend,

since,
no one is perfect
'as is'

not needing a tweak, a redo
or makeover more profound:

reconstructive surgery
through-and-through.

The reflective surface,
like crystal water on a pristine lake
can help us improve
or erase a flaw or minor mistake

if not forgotten
the image we saw
before a swift and speedy withdraw.

If we don't defend it.
Don't let ourselves protect the raw.

If we turn away
without a thought
as if to say:
"I'm fine this or any given day"

then, question, the mirror,
it ought:

"Why then was I purchased?
For whom was I bought?"

Leaving it to symbolically spin its back
as we aggressively attempt to fend off
another's persona's verbal attacks
against our appearance. About our lacks.

So,

to examine the reflection is to refine;
is to put to good use a tool divine.