Today’s prompt is one that I really enjoyed writing, and it says something like this:
On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.
Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.
Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.
So my attempt of a poem is titled glass, being this and object capable to reflect.
Of all the sources of reflection,
I am glass captured in natures history.
An antique piece of see through,
A piece that flares as a divinity.
I get foggy sometimes,
Shattered from threats,
Believing in humanity
I reflect mi interior without regret.
Don’t know if I’m seeing through or being seen,
Sometimes I’m glass others just eyes,
Both give me the present to look and whisper redeem.
It is a distorted image
Like dust flying under rain,
Impossible to clarify,
Maybe it is a train,
Or kid saying good bye.
Of all sources of reflection,
I am eyes captured in natures history.
An antique heritage of see through,
Pieces that flare of divinity.