Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Looking proud and standing tall
With twinkling eye and gleaming smile
Your charming face, sure to beguile

With tricks of light, you play your game
First you flatter, then you maim
A cruel master, seldom friend
Teasing, taunting, without end

Are you villain, evil glass?
A horror prop, or tragic farce?
Am I enslaved, or am I vain?
Will your spell drive me insane?

All alone, yet you conspire
With images of love’s desire
Selling beauty, buying souls
Feeding fears and eating holes

You never lie, but miss the truth
By scorning age and praising youth
Catching beams, reflecting forms
Judging on distorted norms

Yet what you show is only part
Of who I am, it’s just the start
The best of me is what you hide
It’s all the beauty that’s inside

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
I hear your voice and heed your call
The one you show is my true friend
You are the means, I am the end

Wayne Visser © 2005

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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