through the
looking glass
a different dimension of
me
soft reflections of who
I am
longing for you to touch me
lightly with your fingertips
tracing my imperfections
tracing my imperfections
against my nakedness
can you feel me
the true me
I wish not
to hide
open
your
eyes
and
you
will
see
me
written for prompt Magpie Tales:Mag 302
sharing with Poets United
A little look on through and maybe touch too, can sure see much through and through
ReplyDeleteThrough the looking glass and beyond much can be found.
DeleteCat!
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Imperfections are what makes someone real and they tend to be the most beautiful part.
ReplyDeleteIt is the imperfections that make each of us unique. The mark of our reality.
DeleteI love imperfections.
ReplyDeleteme too Blue..often in imperfection there is true beauty.
DeleteI don't trust people who have this perfectly symmetrical face. Wait... I need a mirror....
Deleteha - mirror mirror on the wall....;)
DeleteHow very clever to compose in a looking glass shape ~ poem is beautifully composed!
ReplyDeleteHi Helen, it does look like a handheld mirror thanks for noticing..
DeleteYou said this so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gail...
DeleteIt is wonderful to have someone who really SEES you and still loves you! We all want this, I think.
ReplyDeleteI think you are right Mary...
DeleteLuv your poem shape. Looks like a stem glass. Cheers to a good Sunday
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Gillena, thank you it also looks like a stem glass perhaps, filled with champagne...
DeleteVery interesting altogether!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rosemary - it was interesting to write :)
DeleteYou know I see a lovely long stem glass of wonderness!
ReplyDeleteYou are the second to see the long stem glass..perhaps it is filled with wonderness :)
DeleteI love the shape of your lovely poem - everyone is writing such great poems today!
ReplyDeleteHi Kathe, I agree I've read some great poems today.
DeleteSuch a cool shape poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteYes we can see only if we are willing to :)
ReplyDeleteGreat expression!
That is true - we must be willing
DeleteBeautiful, my friend. Love the shape of it on the page too.
ReplyDeletetender, raw, sensual, and hopeful. we want to be seen for who we are. great poem... and I like the funnel shape.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I guess we all desire that unconditional love.
DeleteImperfection can be an attraction as one is of a most natural and sincere stature!
ReplyDeleteHank
Good Morning Hank,
DeleteThe natural state of our being...the things that make us unique.
A true gift, especially to oneself! I like the mirror shape and the stunning illustration. I wish I could touch all the places on my back that have been surgically repaired. Or that someone else would touch them to show me.
ReplyDeleteHi Susan,
DeleteThe imperfections make us who we are the experiences of our journey. You have a strong spirit full of hope and dreams.
Peace!
Pinning a poem that articulates coming to terms with our imperfections - exposing our vulnerabilities - onto a glass form is truly inspired. An awesome piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy for your comment. I always enjoy reading these.
Deletelovely form and lovely photo too
ReplyDeletethanks Dezzie
DeleteLove the shape and words uniting... to be loved like this is when you cease to look at mirrors.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful response Bjorn..
DeleteBeautiful opening line - we need to love ourselves in our truest form i suppose and that can be a dialogue..and not always an easy one..it is sometimes surreal catching our own eyes in the mirror but shouldn't be avoided perhaps? a shining write..
ReplyDeleteI think when we love ourselves that love radiates outward..
DeleteSuch an exquisite piece :D
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Delete"a different dimension of me" --I love that line!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I think we are all a bit multi-dimensional.
DeleteThis is a fabulous work of art both in word and visually with picture and shape!
ReplyDeleteThanks Donna!
DeleteIts so cliche to say but when someone loves your imperfections...they love you.
ReplyDeleteCliche or not I think it is true...
DeleteCheers to you as well!
ReplyDeleteTruly Trudescent , Alice , off with all their heads if they cant see !
ReplyDeleteha - I like that word Trudescent...
DeleteI like this different dimension of a personality which is true and pure...imperfections do make us human and we all love that...a beautiful poem both meaning-wise and visually...
ReplyDeletethank you Sumana - I guess we need to love ourselves imperfections and all...
DeleteImperfections make you perfect...
ReplyDeletebeautiful...
Thank you and it is what makes us unique...
DeleteThis is the best read in the prompt. I loved it. hats off
ReplyDeleteWow - Thank you!
DeleteThe words shape look like a brush for gentle touching that she is longing.Vulnerability...
ReplyDeleteA brush, I like that...I see it now...thanks...
DeleteIt's opening the eyes that's a problem for so many of us...
ReplyDeletethat is true sometimes I think we have blinders...
DeleteAre we ever truly seen?
ReplyDeleteGood question and I am not sure I know the answer.
Deletetracing my imperfections"...love that!
ReplyDeleteGlad you found something you liked :) - thanks for reading!
Deletelove this format and the power in your words
ReplyDeleteThank you Donetta
DeleteLovely form in the shape of a handheld mirror...
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess for the interesting prompt photo
DeleteLove the way you shaped the poem to your beautiful message Truedessa. Truly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie - It appears to be a hand mirror or a brush depending on perspective.
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