Rain Mirror
My mirror watches rain
It splashes out my reflection
As that reflected meets that outside the mirror
Fingers dance in mirror movements
Reflection and I yawn,
We sing, we commune to find out
Who is real
I or reflection
I or the rain
The rain or myself
Rain dances down the mirror
I see the butterfly flower tree outside the window
The green tree frog suctioned to the window
I declare “I am the real
You are the reflected”
My reflection takes my words and processes them
Says nothing but hears the rain
Smells the rain, longs to touch the rain
Mirror rain, reflect raindrops
Raindrops reflect rain mirror
Rain watches mirror my-self.
By Gumbootspearlz
Written today (:
Inspired by the Mirror writing exercise Mirror Writing
More of June’s Work can be found at World Citizen Dreaming
Wow – I haven’t read the mirror exercise, but it definitely must force you to get below the surface – everything here is so fresh! Very nice photo, too, I like all the color & movement…
Kerry
June 12, 2008 at 12:48 am
Your picture is so alive and your words are thought provoking.
Vi
woodnymph
June 12, 2008 at 2:32 pm
The rhythm of this poem actually sounds like rain falling. Well done, Pearlz.
Lori
June 12, 2008 at 5:59 pm
Agreed, Pearlz, the rhythm is organic and natural and the image is just gorgeous.
gailkav
June 12, 2008 at 10:34 pm
It is a joy to be close to nature and to see oneself within it’s reflections.
Heather Blakey
June 12, 2008 at 10:46 pm
Beautiful!!
imogen88
June 13, 2008 at 12:33 pm
I like it!
jodhiay
June 13, 2008 at 9:04 pm
Being able to pronounce that you are real is a rich reward from watching the rain mirror.
Heather Blakey
October 8, 2008 at 7:19 am