[Poem] Reflections in the Mirror
NaPoWriMo 23 GloPoWrimo 23
Today my muse is the mad Girl Sylvia Plath.Lines from Sylvia Plath’s poem 'Mirror':‘’I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I am not cruel, only truthful ‚The eye of a little god, four-cornered.’’We all see ourselves in the mirror every day, and some days, we might swoon over our reflection there, while some days, we might find we are incomplete and fragmented, torn and twisted.Which reflection would you love to own as yours?Write an unappeasable, unapologetically true poem about your reflection in the mirror.
Oh mirror, mirror on the wall I never wish to be the fairest of them allI vowed never to let jealousy be my fall. Nor am I lost in my looks like Narcissus wasAs he did, staring at his reflection without a pauseI may not spend my time thus without a cause. Oh mirror, mirror on the wallHow I wish you were a mere shutterbugFreezing me in frames that I digWhy did you have to be a callous painter? Who reveals the fault lines in my demeanor? To be Woman has its own set of woesDespite the push back against body shaming The bravado falls to the floor The soul naked stands examining itself harshly One is either too tall, too short, too thin, too fat One’s frame is too full or too fallow Blemishes, wrinkles multiply manifold Causing misery untoldThe skin too pale or too sun tanned Or it sags and looks too wan The nerves show of are covered in unsightly fat. A harsh world judges Passes its judgement through looks and wordsAnd the fight is constantly on to school our girls and ourselves Yet there is a relentless visual attack Of models, sports icons and superstars Flashy magazines, fashion shows showcasing divas-Emaciated, impossibly tall, thin figures in size zero. And what of the dolls our girls buy in stores?How does one fight this all with mere words and ideas?The world has been consistently careering downhillWhere lies the wisdom in our daughters to instill?
Today my muse is the mad Girl Sylvia Plath.Lines from Sylvia Plath’s poem 'Mirror':‘’I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I am not cruel, only truthful ‚The eye of a little god, four-cornered.’’We all see ourselves in the mirror every day, and some days, we might swoon over our reflection there, while some days, we might find we are incomplete and fragmented, torn and twisted.Which reflection would you love to own as yours?Write an unappeasable, unapologetically true poem about your reflection in the mirror.
Oh mirror, mirror on the wall I never wish to be the fairest of them allI vowed never to let jealousy be my fall. Nor am I lost in my looks like Narcissus wasAs he did, staring at his reflection without a pauseI may not spend my time thus without a cause. Oh mirror, mirror on the wallHow I wish you were a mere shutterbugFreezing me in frames that I digWhy did you have to be a callous painter? Who reveals the fault lines in my demeanor? To be Woman has its own set of woesDespite the push back against body shaming The bravado falls to the floor The soul naked stands examining itself harshly One is either too tall, too short, too thin, too fat One’s frame is too full or too fallow Blemishes, wrinkles multiply manifold Causing misery untoldThe skin too pale or too sun tanned Or it sags and looks too wan The nerves show of are covered in unsightly fat. A harsh world judges Passes its judgement through looks and wordsAnd the fight is constantly on to school our girls and ourselves Yet there is a relentless visual attack Of models, sports icons and superstars Flashy magazines, fashion shows showcasing divas-Emaciated, impossibly tall, thin figures in size zero. And what of the dolls our girls buy in stores?How does one fight this all with mere words and ideas?The world has been consistently careering downhillWhere lies the wisdom in our daughters to instill?
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