Erasing The Image In The Mirror

Losing myself in slower motions

Where my third person observes

My first person simmers in conflict

And my second person waits

For my first person to make the first move

 

The collapse and the quick regret

As my physical overwhelmed my sensibility

Trying to capture my reflection

In the pieces of shattered mirror

Careening across the open spaces

 

Precarious seconds ticking

The rippling like a mountain stream

Reflections intermingling

Lighting above casting shadows

A broken prismatic artwork hanging

 

My second person’s new occupation

With a portion trapped in each glassy prison

Lips no longer repeating my every word

The silence comforting

The confusion deafening

 

Awaiting direction from my third

Standing still as the terror inside grows

Droplets of crimson flow

Recapturing the image of the prior moment

Before the breakup, before the moment of regret

 

Fist on glass

Taking aim at myself in the mirror

Rhetorically speaking

An effect which only impresses

Me, myself, and I

 

Can I rebuild this broken mirror?

Are these pieces the right ones?

How do the drops of blood fit?

Glue perhaps as I drop down in panic

Injured fist, now injured knees

 

Fingertips bleeding from rebuilding

Life slices like a razor sometimes

The moment of complete understanding

Lost to eternity

Like the pieces lost down the drain

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “Erasing The Image In The Mirror

  • April 17, 2017 at 9:25 PM
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    A Poignant piece Ralph, an explosion of emotions and the regretful consequence, in such slow motion, which you accomplished well with the piece. Great work my friend.

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