How many
of us, I wonder, and how often, dare look to our shortcomings and confront home truths...?
How many
more of us, I wonder, act upon what we discover?
This poem
is a villanelle.
V-A-N-I-T-Y, CONVERSATIONS WITH A MIRROR
Mirror, mirror on the wall
all you see I'd share;
talk me true, walk me tall
Mind-Body-Spirit in freefall,
racing heart laid bare;
mirror, mirror on the wall
Pride, answering Ego's call
to pose with flair,
talk me true, walk me tall
Inclined to pose as the Jekyll
in Hyde’s
lair;
mirror, mirror on the wall
To the toll of any warning bell,
I'll turn a
deaf ear;
talk me true, walk me tall
Home truths haunting me still,
(lies, lies, I swear...);
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
talk me true, walk me tall
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2018
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005;
revised edition in e-format in preparation.]
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