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Reflections 36-40 from Folding Mirror Poetry Book

Over forty reflections from 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections are on the Writing and Poetry blog now, so following on from reflections 1-5, reflections 6-10, reflections 11-15, reflections 16-20, reflections 21-25, reflections 26-30 , and reflections 31-35, here’s reflections 36-40 in what is this blog’s 400 post:

Reflection 36 mirrored When Life Looked Into the Mirror of Death:

When I started writing Folding Mirror poems I was looking for an ideal identity, hoping that I would find ancestors I could really relate with; maybe in line with the hippy ideal.
But I had to face the reality that the first settler-ancestors were forest-felling, meat-slaughtering, people-sacrificing humans.
They also did great things of course, such as surviving in harsh conditions, creating art and stone circles, and worshipping nature.
In other words, they lived like most human communities around the world, before being invaded by other humans with superior technology.
While the ancients’ world seems better than ours in many ways; such as freedom, space and the amount of nature; for comfort, peacefulness and human rights ours seems preferable.

Reflection 37 mirrored Sacrifice and Celebration:

Life is finite
time immemorial
we see changes
we feel differences
we are alive.

Our age flows
without interruption
we commemorate passing
we welcome return
we accept time.

Reflection 38 mirrored Humanity is the Filter of the World:

Most of my interest is in humanity
but its tainted with concern,
for we seem out of control
on a global scale:
tearing down the forests,
cutting up the animals,
polluting the seas,
thawing the glaciers,
increasing the likelihood of more war.

Reflection 39 mirrored PEACE DAY POEM:

Creatures of habit
go with the flow
they do what they know;
Within the flock
comfort and security
inspire aspirations for longevity.

Reflection 40 mirrored British Electorate Reunite Long Lost Political Twins:

Red Sky at night or morning

Was the New Labour government red at night or morning?
I’ve become so disillusioned by politics I don’t know
whether I’m coming or going.

Red sky at night is supposed to be shepherd’s delight
but blue and yellow has followed the red
which surely suggests it was red sky in the morning
which is a shepherd’s warning.

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Reflections 31-35 from Folding Mirror Poetry Book

Over thirty-five reflections from 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections are on the Writing and Poetry blog now, so following on from reflections 1-5, reflections 6-10, reflections 11-15, reflections 16-20, reflections 21-25, and reflections 26-30 here’s reflections 31-35.

Reflection 31 mirrored As each second of the present passes:

Living the life extraordinary
is of course not as easy
as surviving the life ordinary
in mind as in body
to accomplish
tremendous feats
you must overcome
temptation to weaken
tire or tweet.
You must raise your game
in body, mind and spirit
and tame those thoughts
which would lead you astray
and one day you will make
it to a brighter day.

Reflection 32 mirrored Blue Skies, Delta Blues:

The poem was inspired by research finding that the human desire for love and drugs are both linked to the striatum part of the brain.
Like many Folding Mirrors, it combines the personal, social and wordplay. The words in the first half of the middle line; try, stray and from; derive from the main word of the second half of the line and poem: striatum.
It was thought that the poem was more psychological than social or literary, so it was included in this chapter.

Reflection 33 mirrored Hope for Humanity or Full Speed to Calamity?

Bipolar highs take you out of your shell, but increase your chances of getting shot at.

Reflection 34 mirrored Inside Out:

People and societies vary in levels of individuality. Some people pride themselves on being independent, while others want to be in the middle of everything social. Whatever the levels of individuality, if people have been born into any kind of society, they are likely to have been shaped by it to a certain extent, and will be expected to abide by the rules of that society. People might rebel, or consider themselves more independent than others, but usually they do it within the boundaries of acceptable behaviour, and follow previous examples from within that society.

Reflection 35 mirrored Railway Line Division Vision:

Ballad of a Young and Old Hobo

The young hobo
all full of myths and dreams
setting out on the highway
with nowhere to go
Where would the road lead him
what route would he follow
to a destiny of riches
or realisation of world hollow
The end of the long road
led to attempts at rooting
but the horizon always called
with new places for scooting
So the road has not ended
nor ever shall it likely
it was just suspended
reality upended
As ambitions tended
bended by society
a life in jeopardy
with no escape ahead of me
The old hobo moving along
myths and dreams no longer the fuel
new places on the old trail
sights and movement keep travelling cool.

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Mirror Poem Book Reflections 16-20

Hope you’re enjoying autumn/fall in the northern hemisphere, and spring/summer in the southern. Sorry I haven’t posted any new poems on here for a while, but I’m creating a lot of poetry for a two-years X Files parody project I’m serialising over at the Writing and Poetry greenYgrey blog, as well as serialising reflections from the 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections book there, so I’m being kept pretty busy when not doing the day-job.

Mirror Poem Book Reflections

Over twenty reflections from 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections are on the Writing and Poetry blog now, so following on from reflections 1-5reflections 6-10, and reflections 11-15 here’s reflections 16-20:

Reflection 16 mirrored Middle-Age Memories:

Our age is one of great importance,
for it is the only one we’ll know.

Reflection 17 mirrored Living in the Middle-Ages:

Reaching middle-age
for a rebellious youth
leaves you with two pathway choices.
Try to continue as you are
while remaining cool
or become what you rebelled
against in youth.
Neither is easy or perfect,
and will include falseness,
compromise or both,
but there’s no alternative.
You are not what you were
and while not planning to survive
you continue to be alive.

Reflection 18 (in 2 parts) mirrored The Futility of Life and Death:

I’ve fantasised about creating life, but dreamt about ending my own more. Suicide was my parachute, knowing it was there helped keep my plane on course when it was in trouble.

Vampires are All in the Mind

Molars dig deep
through unconscious neck
into conscious brain
draining lifeblood from mood.

Hourglass inverted
serotonin drains away
you join the living dead
for another day.

Reflection 19 mirrored The Art of Humanity:

Travelling with Janis Joplin

Existential travel
searching for confirmation
only freedom to lose.

Reflection 20 mirrored Summer’s Sunset Soliloquy:

Strength and Death

In youth I felt strong enough to die.
In middle-age I feel my strength dying.
In old age I expect to feel death strengthen.

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It could be a great present for middle-aged people, and a good one for people of all ages!

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Human Life Mirror Poem with Natural Metaphors

Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem is another human life story with natural world metaphor.

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

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Mirror Poem Mixing Life and Nature

Marc Latham’s new Folding Mirror poem mixes life and death philosophy with lots of natural world metaphors. Life is good and beautiful, and so was dipping into the mind to write this poem in a melancholy mood.

Translucent Fall, Rise Transparent

life’s monotonous dreamscape
colour on dancing shadows
less rational than raindrops
doing what comes naturally
breaking an ocean apart
before returning to cloud

swimming and flying, living and dying

is dry land closer
to sea or air
should we even care
it’s sensible to sleep
while moonshine paints haunting
death’s monochrome nightmares

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Poems Taking Higher Form of Love to the Stars

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After Jean Knill’s lovely poem last week, I was very pleased to hear from Zoya Gautam again this week, and receive  some new mirror and haiku poems.  Zoya created Princess of the Night, and shared it here in June 2009, which is nearly two years ago now.  Time flies when you’re having fun!

These new offerings are also wonderful, and there is much more at Zoya’s blogs: horizon next and insane2bsane

Zoya wanted both the haikus that follow Cinders to be combined under the caption ‘love’.

Thanks to Zoya for creating and sharing the poems.  Enjoy and have a great start to the week…

_’ cinders ‘

incandescence
the word is soft on the senses
its meaning grows upon me
light born of a heated object
so i look at your being
losing myself in your thoughts
till i surface in your irises
a tear like liquid gasoline
dousing the cinders of sorrow
aglow with my agonies
your incandescence  ..

~ `~  ~ `~

_’ love ‘

water in your eyes
burns like a flame in the skies
each star is a tear ..

~ ~

no smoke and no heat
i watch the incandescence
of silent sorrows .

Poem: The Camera Never Lies, but Plays Tricks on the Eyes

Today’s FM is another quality contribution by Sarah James, who reflects on the power and tricks of camera and light: on your vision and mind.

Sarah James also supplied the accompanying photo, so it’s double thanks to Sarah for creating and sharing this post.

 

The Photo Album

light memorises
patterns of colour
shapes, contrast, image reversed
…in the camera’s neat frame
viewing
thin sheet of moon paper
reversed mind order, shape-shift
of time’s unkind frost
memories eyes lost