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Gazing Into Mirror Twain

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

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I gazed into mirror twain

In your eyes I saw defeat

In my eyes I saw the pain.

Soon at dawn we dine on guarded meat.


Still, mute in my folded hand

Shaking of future past,

Striking death in vacant land,

Thin mirror, blurry, blurry mast.


I cannot drop the mirror pane

Time and love mix possessions,

Like oil and gushing pain.

You, the peace and my aggression.


Writer's summary – you find a valued antique mirror. You

loved it at first light. Now in years of use, you face a cross roads

for sure. Do you hold or toss the mirror?

This is my interpretation. What is yours?

Thanks, Kenneth

© 2018 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Ken Avery on January 05, 2019:

Mr. Happy -- okay. Since you were so tired at the comment, I might say that when the guy is "killing in a vacant land," it might mean killing ideas and prophesies that he has met. Could you work with these?

And now, MH, get some rest.

Happy New Year.

Ken Avery on January 05, 2019:

Hey, GRL (Gypsy) . . .I did not know about your special mirror. But so thankful that you shared the fact. I also noticed that you said that you were told to be careful with it as it would be broken if not handled carefully--and speaking of that, why not write (you, I mean), about the parallels of Life and Mirrors and How to Handle Them?

If you do not handle a mirror as well as life, you end up with broken friendships, vows, etc.

Just a thought.

Write me soon and Happy New Year, Gypsy.

Kenny Avery on January 05, 2019:

Hi, Doris -- I have to say that I am impressed with your sharing the teaching solutions you talked about how to interpret verses in poetry. Somehow I think that when you read my works, that would be easy.

Happy New Year. And write soon . . .

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on November 26, 2018:

My dear friend, Kenneth, this is exactly why I write very little poetry. I was taught that we should interpret verse as it strikes us. At least that's what my high school and college English teachers said years ago. Then when taking standardized tests like the GRE, some authorities took issue with my interpretations and told me the "official" interpretation and how wrong I was. If people are making this type of change to limit interpretation to a set of their rules, now I know I'll avoid it.

But the antique mirror goes into my cedar chest (a Southern woman's staple). I would never part with it.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 26, 2018:

How did you know that I have such a mirror? It is a hand-held round mirror with a long handle. As a child, I was told to be careful with it but made up an incredible game by looking downward in the mirror and it seemed that I was walking on the ceiling and walked this way all over the apartment. It was hours of fun. The mirror survived my childhood and it was brought with us when mom and I sent to Latvia. Now it has been years that mom is gone, my love and soul mate and my reason for living 20+ years in Latvia is gone but the mirror lives on and has come back to the states with me. Amazing isn't it?

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on November 25, 2018:

"You find a valued antique mirror. You loved it at first light. Now in years of use, you face a cross roads for sure. Do you hold or toss the mirror?" - I'd say get it appraised. Don't toss away antique items.

I'll be honest though. I got lost at: "guarded meat". And the: "Striking death in vacant land" made me wonder what one can kill in a "vacant land". Would it not be already dead? Or, at least "with no life", if it is compleatly "vacant"?

Anyway, it's one o'clock in the morning - can I use this excuse? Haha!! I was about to call it a night and I saw this post. I thought I'd make a quick visit.

Until again: be well! : )

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