Pathetic.org  
 

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,
Mundane,
Purposelessness.

01/17/2007

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.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2021 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)