Mirror words
(As are
All words)
Reflection
Of movement
Within silence.
Feeling shapes
Mimicked
By mouth
Borne
Outward
On breath.
Soft
(or hard)
Explosion
Into
Meaning
Within
Other minds.
Spontaneous
Blossoming
Of pictures,
Coalescing
Inner light.
Their fruit:
Other words,
Other pictures.
Like light
(perhaps)
From the outside
All appears
Bright and colour,
Whilst residing
Inside is
Darkness
And silence.
Where edge
Meets edge
(the silvered
Surface)
All appears
Perfect, clear-
Though it is a
Reversed world
One that can never
Be seen
Except
In reflection.
When is a
Mirror
Empty?
When it is not
A mirror.
Silent gesture
Shrug
Distant thunder.
In the forest
Falling tree
Mimics
The way
Of Heaven.
simonhlilly 
Simon, I love the idea of mirroring and the edges meet; I always think of mirrors as the ultimate liminal space. Something in this poem and artwork reminded me of R. Murray Schafer’s piece “Epitaph in Moonlight” – which is all about the words that sound like moonlight. Don’t know if you are familiar with it, but you might enjoy hearing it – here’s a link to one performance on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHk_mnez4S4
That’s some really tight singing! Thanks.
I always thought it stopped becoming a mirror when your reflection stopped talking back.Good one.>KB
Who IS that person who is always looking back out?
Old man
Startled every time:
That mirror!
Simon, thank you for stopping recently and liking a post. I missed your visit and was going through some of the posts when I realized you had graciously stopped. I look forward to following your wonderful prose and poetry.
Take care,
Ivon