The
child in the mirror spoke
back
to me, responding
to
a question I’d forgotten;
he
didn’t remember the answer
to
the question I’d forgotten
and
so we stared into the mirror,
realizing
each victory contains
the
seeds of defeat, and each defeat
contains
the seeds of hope.
I
looked to the sun, risen,
and
understand the contradiction.
Over
at dVerse Poets,
the Saturday poetry prompt is about twins, or doubles, or two of a kind. Take a look and
see what others write.
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Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
The child in the mirror is a wonderful opening for a poem and the sun risen a wonderful close - a very pretty poem that is very subtly done - works really well. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem to express understanding of contradiction.
ReplyDeleteeach defeat a seed of hope....ha, i like that section there glynn....there is wisdom there...the ways above this world dont always make sense here...
ReplyDeleteI like how you talk about the opposites especially on victory and defeat. Tight and truthful
ReplyDeleteBut it is the contradictions that make life interesting.
ReplyDeleteA childlike heart never gives up or in even when questions and answers seem like a house of mirrors. The poem gives me pause. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThe child in the mirror..a great opening line sets the mood for the write..contrast within the lines.
ReplyDeleteI especially like this line, Glynn:
ReplyDeletehe didn’t remember the answer
to the question I’d forgotten
Thanks for this!
"I look to the sun (son?), risen . . ." Such hope in that phrase, Glynn. A beautiful poem, indeed!
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