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Glass

by Richard Vince

Some days, windows become mirrors
And I can’t see beyond the reflections.
Not that there is anything I need to see:
I just like to know that I can.

Curved glass distorts, and
Tinted glass discolours, so
I prefer plain.

I never know, though. I can see
But never know. The questions
Elude me, let alone the answers.
Still I find myself endlessly wondering.

*
In pictures, my face looks wrong:
I am not used to seeing myself
As others see me.

*
One morning, I will look through
The curved glass and see her
Reflecting my smile, and it will
Make my day.

All this beauty surrounding her,
And all she can do is frown.
I must remember
Not to do the same.

06/19/2011

Posted on 10/09/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/09/11 at 09:16 PM

Again, you move me. Lovely.

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/10/11 at 04:36 AM

I agree this is lovely, I often contemplate reflections.

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