1!, 2!, 3!… Reflections I see.
I wasn’t born yesterday nor an hour ago.
One, I don’t have the work experience you seek.
Just the ambition to work and learn.
Two, I don’t have the looks you seek
but inside, am beautiful and calm as the pacific blue ocean.
Three, am a man of few words, but that doesn’t mean am quiet.
I communicate in many languages.
Art, photography, Dance and with the sound of silence
Don’t judge me because I don’t have what you like.
On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.
Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.
Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.