Reflection

by Stori

Published September 5, 2007

Reality reflected
Life protected
Staring in the mirror
Seeing a void

Nothing doing
No words to say
Reality reflected
Blew it all away.

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elephantwalrus wrote a review Review · Oct 7, 2007

This was simple and thought provoking. There's a world of possibilities to the reader, and that's cool.

I didn't like "blew it all away" either. I'm not sure, but I don't think that last line needs to rhyme with anything. The rest of the poem doesn't have a rhyme pattern, so I wouldn't suggest making it rhyme with any of the words in the poem.

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nothingface
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nothingface commented Comment · Oct 6, 2007

this is sweet and i loved the 'seeing a void' bit. its just totally unique. i'd say something about commas and stuff like that but im not too good with that myself. anyway gotta go.
keep writing!

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Jasmine Hart
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Jasmine Hart wrote a review Review · Sep 5, 2007

I liked the first stanza, though a comma or two wouldn't go amiss. It flowed well and had good rhythm. I liked the alliteration of the first line, and I also enjoyed "seeing a void". (Admittedly, not for the same reasons as Lizzy. I'd never heard that before...)
I think I'd rework the second stanza. "Nothing doing" and "Blew it all away" sound a little odd to me, and I think that the stanza overall could do with a little polish and tightening, as it's weak in comparison with the first.
Hope this helps.

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GingerLizzy
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GingerLizzy wrote a review Review · Sep 5, 2007

I liked this. It was short and sweet and I thought it flowed really well.

I especially liked the line "Seeing a void" and this is maybe for all the wrong reasons as when I read it, I referred back to my brain about those who do not like looking in mirrors for the fear of losing their soul, or evil souls coming back at them.

But yes, I liked.



The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening