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Mirror Poem Book Reflections 6-10

Ten reflections from 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections are up on the Writing and Poetry blog now, so here’s reflections 6-10 after 1-5 were posted here previously:

The book’s available from Amazon for under £3 and under $6, and lots of other currencies for the equivalent prices; and Smashwords and other ebook readers for much less.

Reflection 6 mirrored See Below Sea:

Although inspired by nature, the iceberg of this poem is a metaphor for the human psyche.

As it is only an iceberg’s tip visible above the surface, most people only have a little of their personality, experiences and thoughts on show in society at any one time.

Reflection 7 mirrored
 I Am What You See
But You Are Not Me
Six Billion + of You
Myself – Only a Few

As travel is supposed to change people, it changes words and sentences too. What is meant by the communicator is often changed through relay: whether it is a spoken conversation amongst friends, or a person making a public statement.

Reflection 8  was a double reflection of Orbital Perceptions:

The doors of perception
should not be an obsession.
They will open in time
without such a steep climb.

There is little smaller and more insignificant in space than our planet.
There are few things on our planet that last less time than a single life.
There is little more significant to us than our lifetime in our place in space.

Reflection 9 mirrored Quality Words are like
Koala(ity) on a Eucalyptus Tree at Sunset.

Is there time to think
before talking
in modern society,
where everything is instant,
silence is belligerent
and noise is magnificent.

Politicians still try to do it,
play for time
get answers to mind
see the interview through
hide the reality
reveal nothing on telly.

Reflection 10 mirrored Driving Through The Desert

In the void between life and death
that’s where I like to be.
Flying in space beyond sight
of reality and mortality.
But the flight is finite,
and the return can be rocky.

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Middle-Age Mirror Poem Reflections

Did I reach middle-age missing out a couple of lines? How many more lines will I go through and reach? Is middle-age the purgatory of your life: looking back at your life without knowing the future? Or if you have one!

Reflection 15

The above opening paragraph is Reflection 15 from Marc Latham’s 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections, mirroring the Climbing Over the Hill Folding Mirror poem that was first published on fmpoetry.wordpress.com

Regular readers will probably have guessed that it’s the greenYgrey poetry correspondent, William Wolfsworth. The reflection also works well for Marc’s latest FM poem, which was published on fmpoetry this week.

I’m delighted to say I’ve now imported it into the greenYgrey world, and here it is for your instant enjoyment.

No More Heroes (album)
No More Heroes (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Looking Forward and Back, Aspiring to Fall Longer

cutting down illusions
to grow delusions
catching up with heroines
once appeared advanced aliens
heroes turned real
rotating on life wheel

sitting atop clear peak, clouds roll in descending

only rock lives naturally
mountain top eternally
diving into deepest ocean
mask obscuring human emotion
sinking solace bliss
deep silent abyss

English: Rock reflection in river close to Yan...
English: Rock reflection in river close to Yangshuo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Trees Poem Compares Uprooted Tree with Dumbbell

Trees are starting to spring green in the northern hemisphere now, with buds opening to leaves under the warming sun. These poetry thoughts date back to the autumn-winter, when storms had uprooted a tree.

West Philly Storm - Trees Down
West Philly Storm – Trees Down (Photo credit: kwbridge)

 

 

 

 

 

Trees without leaves
look at home
when the sun doesn’t shine.

Trees with roots
bitten from earth
look more balanced.

Trees look like bells
when out of their womb
dumbbells and barbells.

A dumbbell (Hantel)
A dumbbell (Hantel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

Trees of life
weighted with birds
raised high by humanity.

Trees stand for sacrifice
branches welcome visitors
axe and chainsaw.

Trees look cold
naked to the bone
lying in the lumber yard.

Lumber yard sorting table, Falls City, Oregon
Lumber yard sorting table, Falls City, Oregon (Photo credit: OSU Special Collections & Archives : Commons)
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Long Poem Introduces Poetic Reflection Thoughts

Whether you look
left or right
west or east
north or south
there is no complete
truth in the words
of humanity
living in
superficiality.

The future is all pure
clean and untainted.

And if you look
far enough to the past
when humanity
lived with nature
it looks maybe.

But I wasn’t there
so I don’t know
how true that is.

And the only time
in the future
I know will be true
for me
is when I cease
to be.

Those who succeed
are not the ones
who see the iceberg
and it try to dismantle.

They are the ones
who ready themselves
on approaching the iceberg
and go around it.

Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by legendary Romantic poet William Wordsworth.

English: Iceberg 3
English: Iceberg 3 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sorry about the long poetic introduction, but I was inspired by Marc Latham’s See Below Sea poem and its reflection, which it was paired with in his 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book.

I just noticed the book has come down to a new super low price of £2.83 in the U.K. on Amazon; which is about a penny for each of his thoughts; and lots of other currency equivalents I’m sure.

The above See Below Sea link is for fmpoetry.wordpress.com, and an original version of the poem was also published on EveryDayPoets.

Grotto in an iceberg, photographed during the ...
Grotto in an iceberg, photographed during the British Antarctic Expedition of 1911-1913, 5 Jan 1911 (Photo credit: National Library NZ on The Commons)

I know you’ve all got busy Saturday things to do, and I include relaxing in that, and think I am in danger of overstaying my welcome, so here’s Reflection 6 of 121:

Although inspired by nature, the iceberg of this poem is a metaphor for the human psyche.

As it is only an iceberg’s tip visible above the surface, most people only have a little of their personality, experiences and thoughts on show in society at any one time.

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Sunrise Inspired Winter Solstice Poem

Crepuscular Rays and over
Crepuscular Rays and over (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Iridescence makes more sense,
After flying clouds of white n grey
Showed a purple n green hue
Passing through the sunrise’s
Crepuscular rays.
Before, I only saw still clouds brightened this way.
It made me think sun is the dominant member in the partnership.
Before, I had thought it was clouds.
Clouds are the canvas. Sun is the painter.

Cloud Iridescence No. 5
Cloud Iridescence No. 5 (Photo credit: ikewinski)
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