Reflections can be dangerous
whether in the mind,
a shiny surface,
a pool of water,
or on a pane of glass.
Take the cardinal or the swallow
deceived into thinking
the reflection in a window
was a rival
leading to an untimely death.
A reflection on a shiny surface
can blind us to tangible reality.
A mirage can lead us astray.
Narcissus was deceived
and fell in love with his reflected other
in a pool of water
losing touch with reality.
the reflection reveals what it is not.
It shivers into
traumatized and momentarily
till time permits its reconstitution.
A reflection on today
or yesterday, or on tomorrow
is gone before it can be caught,
is momentarily beyond recall.
But when it returns,
yes, even then,
will it be the same?
Yet touched, the reflection in a pool of water,
unequivocally traumatized and
momentarily beyond recall.
Not even touch can
Reflections play havoc with our senses.
5 thoughts on “Reflections on Water or a Window”
Love this one too Erika.
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My problem is to understand reality, a really complex problem in itself. How to know what is reality by studying its zillion reflections!
Good point Jerry. I’m no philosopher though.
This is masterly Erika, or mistressy maybe. It’s a quietly flickering mental reflection upon physical reflections and by extension every kind of reflection. It’s really nice. I enjoyed the way the there are ripples within the poem as later lines reflect (but reshape) earlier ones. Clever photo too.
As usual I love your comments. As usual they highlight the difference between a conscious “poet” and someone, like me, who acts (or writes) intuitively. I like your images too. I always look forward to hearing from you, for often your remarks set off new ideas.
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