An Honest Reflection

The year they took the glass
ended our exposure
to the brutal mirror.
Now, we’re well-adjusted
to symmetry;
reality fit betters
when finely cropped.
Beauty must be saturated.
Our exposures adjusted.
Before, love lacked a filter.
Now we give our days contrast,
finalize, and share.

This poem appeared on twitter’s Move Me Poetry weekly battle. #MMPoetryBattle.

Artwork: “Broken Mirror” by Alix

17 responses to “An Honest Reflection”

Ingrid

So very true!

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thanks, Ingrid. Could happen, this forgetting of what is real. Cheers.
  
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Michele Marsh

I almost thought you were talking about selfies and how people use filters now and what a shame reality has become so distorted

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1. K.Hartless
  
  🔔 🔔
  
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Misky

Absolutely true, K.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Sad, but true. I still enjoy naked faces and looking glasses, though.
  
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  1. Misky
    
    I very rarely slap on make up. Just some moisturiser to keep my skin in place. 😂
    
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Tom

Powerful words, K! Very thoughtful piece about the different mirrors we raise to hide our own imperfections. Beautifully vivid imagery!

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, Tom. I appreciate your comments. I quite like the shapes of a natural face, but alas, it seems to have fake. Out of favor.
  
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abigfatcanofworms

eLove…

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Yes! They don’t call or Facebook for nothing.
  
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writingwhatnots

Ah yes. Why does everyone want to look the same? (well, that’s how it seems to me).

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Experience Film

This image HURTS! I’m literally reaching for my forehead to massage it. Another Really great work, KH; picture and poetry👏👏👏

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you for stopping by and wincing. 😂A life without mirrors may make some of us sore, but it’s the unending reflection that makes most of us blind. (Not even sure where that came from). Cheers.
  
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  1. Experience Film
    
    We live in our halls of mirrors. Cocooned. Impermeable to the sunlight.
    
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  2. K.Hartless
    
    Indeed; awaiting a hatch or the frost; either way, we concede.
    
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Nelsapy

Reblogged this on Nelsapy.

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