My reflection
and I
do not behave
the way
mirror images
should
We do not
face each other
one of us
safely contained
in liquid silver pool
Instead
we stand
shoulder to shoulder
in an empty room
we do not
touch
Gazing
in opposite directions
studiously avoiding
eye contact
Neither of us
ready to face
our
emotional
physical
nakedness
Reluctant
unwilling
witnesses
to raw
vulnerability
Unprepared
to acknowledge our hearts
are
secretly
needful things
Islands
floating in space
we look at the bare white walls
of this stark prison
of our own design
Unable
to see
each other
to recognize
each other
Unable to offer
solace
comfort
in these long
aching nights
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
In this mirror, a reflected memory.
Just two lines of song
Somehow fitting and rising
From time and travel past:
“Shelves of books in your mirror reflected,
The sidewalks and alleys that you’ve seen,”
[Jefferson Airplane, “Ice Cream Phoenix”]
Preferred mirror image – shelves of books?
That brings another snippet
From another time and mood.
“I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor”
[Paul Simon, “I Am A Rock”]
A brighter mirror now.
But in it the dark reflections,
Those shadows,
Can still be discerned.
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Adore “I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor”
Ah, those shadows. . .
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – a difficulty with mirrors
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“Unable
to see
each other
to recognize
each other”
I love this part…
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I am glad that this spoke to you.
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I loved this. Beautiful, haunting, perfectly described.
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Thank you so much Secret Keeper
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