Over on Marc Latham’s central Greenygrey site Writing and Poetry blog he’s been serialising the reflections of mirror poems contained in the 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections collection.
Mirror Poem Collection
The Folding Mirror poems have been posted on this site. I thought I’d post the reflections five at a time here, with the first five below, along with links to the poems they reflected.
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There are links at the end of the post. Here’s the first five reflections:
The first reflection mirrored a poem that reflected on the similarities between space and mind in the latest technological imaging called: SAGAS: Solipsistic Astronaut Gravitates Agnostic Space
It’s only a small one, trying to be philosophical, and many of the other reflections are much longer. Here it is:
What I am incapable of understanding has no meaning,
What I understand has no interest.
The second reflection mirrored Hopes Rise With The Sun
Concorde on takeoff (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Narcissism and Ego
I wanted to be famous for being famous, but too late now…?
A little bit of ego allows me to do this, rather than making me do it.
Has my writing and public profile fuelled narcissism, or given it an outlet?
Finding out that you aren’t the centre of other people’s world is a relief, but also a disappointment in some ways, as you wonder why not.
Titanik (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Addressing narcissism should help overcome a depression fuelled by feelings of failure: you can’t change the world, and nature of humanity, so don’t expect too much.
Concorde boomed the sky
but clouds still quietly fly.
Trains carry tons of freight
but the land doesn’t have to wait.
Titanic caused a commotion
but didn’t change the ocean.
Reflection 3 reflected Hazy Horizon Optical Illusion
Between the freedom of travel
and the solitude of home
is a fantasy world
Reflection 4 mirrored Adrift in Unnavigable Oceans: Sodium Chloride
The well-behaved British working class used to be known as ‘salt of the earth’ when they were compliant up to the 1950s, but not so much anymore.
Were things that different in history? I don’t know.
And have they changed that much? Well, elite corruption has been exposed more since the 1950s, making the workers less likely to trust and revere the upper classes; Thatcher decimated the working-class industries in the 1980s, destroying communities; and New Labour betrayed their traditional voters by squeezing them out of the workplace between high-earning elites and foreign workers willing to work for less.
So things have probably changed, but I don’t know how much, or if it is the main reason for there apparently being less ‘salt of the earth’.
Reflection 5 mirrored Night is a Part of Day
I have welcomed the sunrise
and dreaded it.
On mountains in the dark
the first glimmers of light
are a welcome sight.
On all-nighters when young
the first realisation of light
signalled beginning of end.
They were the same darkness and light
of the same day, which is basically just
the way our planet tilts towards the sun,
but I was in different situations, feeling
different things, on different sides of Earth.