Tevis Bluff

House of Mirrors

In Poetry on August 9, 2011 at 10:22 pm

Sharp, jagged corners.

The silver sheen of imperfection.

Outstretched arms of shards.

The fractures of an image.

Frozen in the corner.

Lost in the icy smoke.

Surrounded by critical amber.

A multitude of the same soul,

imprisoned in this house of mirrors.

             –Roy Quebedeaux

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