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














R J Schwartz
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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.

5 thoughts on “Sins of Vanity

  • June 1, 2016 at 5:02 AM

    Good work with this poem, Ralph. You demonstrated a great grasp of the English language and it was an enjoyable read.

  • June 1, 2016 at 7:29 AM

    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.

  • June 1, 2016 at 8:19 AM

    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.

  • August 8, 2017 at 4:34 PM


    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.

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