reflections
who’s reflection do I see?
as I stand before this mirror
the image tis both clear and real, it cannot be me.
my mind’s own eye hast its own image clear
dressed and colored with prejudice free
who’s reflections do you see?
who’s reflections do I see?
this mirror cannot lie,
but shows a face full in imperfections
masked with colors sharp and clean
on skin with soft and subtle lines of age.
mine own vision, an aging beauty be.
who’s reflections do you see?
who’s reflections do I see?
the mirror sees only outside, not what’s within.
her time before the mirror is short, her pain hidden well
until others gladly welcomes the person she sees
her joy to share with all, her true reflections
only then can mirrors see the image she knows
is hidden until her true self is who you see?
Illusions
What does it take to create illusions?
What part of you, do you chose to hide,
To show your other side.
Not to be ugly or fake.
Discover how hard you must strive
To let the inner beauty shine, flaws be faint
With flawless color and paint.
What does it take to create illusions?
The feminine figure is beauty and grace.
Foundations for body and face,
Spandex, satin and lace.
Powders, blushes, lipsticks and creams,
Meticulously applied it seems
To create the someone of your dreams.
What does it take to create illusions?
Are we trying to hide from someone,
Or is it just me this other persona,
From where does she come;
Is she conjured from deep
Within our very souls?
Does she survive just beneath the surface
Waiting for colors with which to contrast
With the drab fabrics
Of the visible shells of ourselves.
My other blog has a picture taken standing at the shore of Walden's Pond near Waltham, Mass. On this particular day, there was no wind to speak of to disturb the waters showing a strong reflections of the tree line. The mirror can be our friend sometimes to let us check our makeup and reflects the view as we stand admiring ourselves. It can also be something that we prefer not to use as it also reflects those small pieces of our former selves that we are so desperately trying to erase.
Mirrors do not lie, is it regretfully they reflect the true image of the person that stands before them, or do we recognize the joy of the person we are to become. We must learn to see our true selves, just as the still waters of Walden's Pond reflect that which rings the edge, we must show others what they want to see and think they see, as we mingle in the crowds. Only when we adorn ourselves with the trappings of feminine garments and paints can we escape from beneath the surface of the mirror.
