folded reflection

by Matthew Sharp

The eyelid rolls,
From the forehead to the back of our souls,
A folded vision,
I wish/will for hands.

Unfolding the question mark paper,
Whatever i want to write.
prtnd eye cn’t spel?

I burn through façade, after façade,
Of complacent reflectiveness,
Scorching magnifying lens.

Scorch the rotation,
Next cycle,
Growing vegetation.
An abundance of redundant,


Author's Note:

Posted on 01/17/2007
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/17/07 at 03:27 PM

Nice use of language and imagery, man. You really know how to nail them in.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/18/07 at 06:36 PM

An intense view of how you approach your writing, and introspection. That "scorching magnifying glass of yours" sets fire to a lot! I love the quick "rolls" at the beginning getting to the "souls" of the matter, right off.

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