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Fascinating, Wayne... especially:I am only a deception of your memory,
A very interesting poem about thecomplexity of relationships and the expectations of people in a relationship have of each other.Lot to think about...I like beauty and beast to both. I think you may have been hiding in my wardrobe:)
Wayne, I really like this poem. Such a sensitive verse!
I am your mirror but beware,a reflection is a false belief.killer line wayne...you def capture the complexity of the relationships in this like ral pointed out...tight write sir....good to see you at PJ
Same in all but name?
i hope in love i could be there for someone, be present and empowering, a hand to hold, a song to share.a trick of memory perhaps that is what life is.
In the story of 'Beauty and the Beast'...not the movie...'Beauty' was a payment for the taking of a stolen rose...Stolen moments of ourselves...shadows and shadowed. Thanks for stopping by my verse. Cheers.
I enjoyed your poem -- some wonderful word craft and images here. I was trying to figure out if the number of lines in each stanza and their variation was some kind of specific form but finally decided not. Excellent poem.
Wayne, love this!! Mystical, magical and that phrase "the storms cry again, breathing silence until only barrier of air remains" is wonderful :-) Thank you so much for the visit!
Wow! I love this poem. deceiving reflections in mirrors, `I am only a deception of your memory',swept away by this one, Wayne.
...a reflection is a false belief --- true that... love are bound to feel, understand, accept... and not to look onto outer appearance or cover... liked the fairy tale inspiration in this and the sensitivity of your point here... smiles... enjoyed it...
I wasn't able to tackle the fairy tale prompt, but you did a wonderful job! Captured by your words and story here - within your heart, mine will beat - love this line!
Mirrors, reflections, and shadows - such well-chosen imagery! You have a unique style and rhythm here.
What a haunting tale. We so often see our reflections in others. So many things going on and metaphors appearing in this poem.
the storms cry again, breathing silence,until only a barrier of air remains,A moment in time, life's challenges may just be stifled by unlikely barriers not anticipated. Nicely Wayne!Hank
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