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Poetry from Scratch


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So. Here is a three minute exercise, composed from scratch and edited in the post.

 

The Mirror of the Future

 

Time passes.

The mirror of the future is cracked,

My reflection fragmented.

An eye leers evilly; yet it examines only my chin.

Another leaks tears;

Tears frozen diamond hard;

Broken tears.

And like some unwinking cyclops one central eye stares back at me.

When will I cry real tears?

Why did they die?

The mirror of the future is false.

It shows the past.

Can I break it?

Can I shatter it into a million winking shards?

And if I can, do I have the will and the power to melt down the glass and re-create its silvery radiance?

The will - perhaps.

The power - no.

The mirror of the future is cracked.

Can you help me begin it all again?

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