Poem #265 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
when he looked
at himself
cast his mind
inward
he could not see
the truth
anymore
the truth
was painted
in the silver
of the mirror
but
what he saw
when he looked inside himself
was only
what he believed
© Frank Prem 2018
Bachelard and me Poem #266: what’s the matter
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Good one! 🙂 Mirrors don’t lie but most, inwardly, only see via distortion.
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Very emperor’s new clothes, I think.
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Sounds like a President I know!
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I had to have a second look to check your reference. Yes indeed, it does sound like a certain modesty rampaging across the world at present!
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