The Image In The Shattered Mirror

Losing myself in these slower motions

Where my third person only observes

My first person simmers in conflict

And my second person just waits

For my first person to make the first move

 

Quick collapse and the quick regret

As my physical overwhelmed my sensibility

Trying to capture my reflection

In the pieces of shattered mirror

Now careening across the open spaces

 

Precarious seconds ticking

The rippling like a mountain stream

Reflections intermingling

Light above me, casting shadows

This broken prismatic artwork hanging

 

My second person’s new obsession

With a portion trapped in each glassy prison

Lips no longer repeating my every word

The silence oddly comforting

Yet the confusion deafening

 

Awaiting direction from my third

Standing still, while the terror inside grows

Droplets now of crimson flow

Recapturing the image not so long ago 

Before the breakup, before that moment of regret

 

Fist on glass, shattered mirror

First person breaking, taking aim alone at me 

Rhetoric speaks inside my head

Why this need to impresses?

Me, myself, and I

 

Struggling with this broken mirror

Pieces lost, won’t come together

Blood plays it’s song of silence

Glue perhaps, it drives me down

Injured fist, now injured knees

 

Fingers bloody, fist is bloody, everything bloody

Life slicing like an open razor 

Moment passing, at last understanding

Now forever lost to eternity

Like tiny pieces gone down the drain

 

Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages

 

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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.

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