Poem #143 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
the mirror is watching
from a corner
of the room
I can see
reflections
but the mirror sees
what’s real
then turns it back
to me
opposite
is the same
inverted
the image matches me
my movements
I dash right
it dashes left
the same
I am confused
am I reflected
is it me
in there
which of us is real
do my feelings count
at all
and does my image
also feel
where does it go
when I’m not watching
I can’t see it
from my corner
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #144: vitae
mirror mirror on the……they are tricky those mirrors!
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They are indeed, Anne. Nothing quite what it seems.
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