Loves Reflection

poem by: Dian Holmes
Written on Dec 23, 2016

He reached out to the reflection 
Of himself from the inception
Of the likeness that they share in body and in spirit.
They might almost touch.
But the glass was just to much.
& it cuts,
but we must, 
never fear it.

The Robot is hard & the mirror is glass
He can break with simply a smack of the ass 
But the Lady is soft and she would get hurt
on all the sharp edges of a hasty desert.

And so through her visage that grants Robots wishes
Our time now is for both to admire.
We sit and we stare and sometimes we don't care
For our flare will never expire.

Tags: love, rhyme, metaphor, deep,

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Roxanne Dubarry commented:

Your flare "will never expire," and neither will your poetry. "Love's Reflection," in a broken glass mirror is awesome!

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