A Thousand Mirrors

There are so many different ways that I could be
like a thousand mirrors, fragments of faces laugh
as I smile.
Did I learn my life from you?
I have always felt like bits and pieces;
a reheated vision of paradise (only
dehydrated). And yes,
In the back of my mind I know
that I’m pretending.

You seem so honest. Are you lying?
Are you teasing me for trying
to understand (as if I could)
what moves you?

You live like a thousand mirrors make no difference –
you can see your own face in me.

I live like a million shards, a patch-work person –
all I ever am is parts of you.

You live like a thousand mirrors make no difference –

That doesnt make sense.

Otherwise, this was excellent, I like the imagery and love the last line. Brava.

I love it, hon. Actually I think that line does make sense. Brava!

How's that for being lame and nonconstructive?

CL.

There are so many different ways that I could be
like a thousand mirrors, fragments of faces laugh
as I smile.
Did I learn my life from you?
I have always felt like bits and pieces;

This poem comes to us in bits and pieces - it's somewhat fragmented. If this is on purpose, the tying in line needs to be placed at the end and not hinted in the first stanza.

a reheated vision of paradise (only
dehydrated). And yes,
In the back of my mind I know
that I’m pretending.

You never get back this pretending thing.

You seem so honest. Are you lying?
Are you teasing me for trying
to understand (as if I could)
what moves you?

You live like a thousand mirrors make no difference –
you can see your own face in me.

I live like a million shards, a patch-work person –
all I ever am is parts of you.

The "thousand to a million" construction is overused.

Otherwise, nice job.

nice......

The line that Jig quoted also didn't make sense to me. Other than that, I really liked the poem. I could feel the emotion in it, and the last line was just excellent!

Also as gummy said, I wouldn't hint to the last line in the first stanza. That last line deserves to stand out all on its own.

Wiggy

Well written...

REVISED v.2.0

There are so many different ways that I could be
like a thousand mirrors, fragments of faces laugh
as I smile.
Did I learn my life from you? Because yes,
in the back of my mind I know
that I’m pretending.

Yet you seem so honest. Are you lying?
Are you teasing me for trying
to understand (as if I could)
what moves you?

You live like a thousand mirrors make no difference –
you can see your own face in me.

I live like a million shards, a patch-work person –
all I ever am is parts of you.

bubblewrapped wrote:
You live like a thousand mirrors make no difference –

That is definitely my favorite line in the entire poem. I think it makes the most sense of them all. Great job =]

A little confusing but you do have talent and I like the idea!

I love it! Very interesting, and the description was perfect. The last line was awesome! Great job!

I'm really inlove with this poem. I wish I had some good constructive crticism to give you. But alas, I do not.