Sins of Vanity
Self idolatry
Narcissitic undertones
She stares and praises herself
Pride and egotism
Bordering on divinity
Age toying at the edges
Held at bay for an unseen time
Fed by the devotion to the obsession
Glorified by her
Nefarious artistry
A canvas of illumination
Reflections of admiration
Always looking
From the moment of origination
That fragile young love
Who feared to tread
The first complexities
Heartaches and heartbreaks
None of that she fret about
Cast a spell in a mirror
Use the power within her head
Problem solved
The fatal attraction born
A ritual from long ago
The hand mirror from the attic chest
Mugwort and water cleanse
Under the light of the full moon
Words lost to time
Solutions shrouded with problems
An ask is often something literal
Unintentional things
Upon the coattails of the words
Missed by the enamored lass
The prize was not for her
But beholden by what we cannot see
It’s the energy they need
Call out to return in three
Wishing for love, eternal beauty
Not specific as to who should be
And now she’s blessed
With the curse of vanity
An arrogance of selfishness
Her sight too perfect to share
Except with herself
In her mirror
Her prison
Forever
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Good work with this poem, Ralph. You demonstrated a great grasp of the English language and it was an enjoyable read.
I love reading your poems, Ralph. They provide deep thoughts that pervade what is often in the mind, but rarely spoken – you are a master at doing this. Well done, indeed.
Great poem Ralph, some lovely phrasing and imagery with so much detail for the mind to consider in vanity and the prison of its hold, and as time decays the torturous path of realization. great work, really enjoyed it.
Wow – thanks guys. I certainly appreciate the kind words.
Ralph,
Indeed! “…In her mirror- Her prison- Forever” these words are powerful and written with such wisdom. How many know of such a prison? I don’t know. But, I am sure that the mirror knows.