Mirror, mirror…

 

“Mirror is my best friend, because when I cry, it never laughs.”  – Sir Charles Chaplin 

“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.”               – Camille Pissarro

If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies how very different our ideals of beauty would be.”                   – author unknown

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”
-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

                 *

Mirror, Mirror

I embark on a journey

To find out just who is this person

Buried inside my eyelids

The one who lurks in front of the bathroom mirror

As I blow-dry my hair each morning

She mimics my movements

While I brush my teeth and short reddish hair

Thank you Clariol

Or is she mocking me?

We share a wardrobe

It is debatable whom the clothes fit better

I prefer to think the mirror is the one

Telling the tall tales

A mirror should never be believed

If it were kinder

Perhaps I wouldn’t avoid its glare

*

Bisous,

Léa

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About Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.
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15 Responses to Mirror, mirror…

  1. Rob Sinclair says:

    I like it. I get it. sometimes in a fancy lobby with floor to ceiling mirrors, I catch a glimps of him be fore I realize it is me.

  2. glendadoodle says:

    I like this poem very much, thoughtful in exploring identity and sense of self. Mirrors are such an integral part of society that it needs somebody to think a little harder about what they mean. That must be you, Léa!

  3. Eileen says:

    Ah yes, the fickleness of mirrors over the years! And the insecurity within us that focuses on the flaws. It would seem that as much depends on our feelings about ourselves as the mirror. So poignant and honest, Lea. I so enjoy your thought provoking poetry.

    For a year or so, I have been puzzled as to why I look so much better to myself in the mirror than in these I-phone photos my family takes of me. It finally dawned on me that I only spend much time looking in a mirror when dressing to go out which involves putting my make up on. Guess what? I don’t wear my glasses when putting my make up on. Usually put them on just as I am going out the door so I can drive. There’s at least one way to fool a mirror. Reality is greatly overrated. I think I just won’t look at photos anymore.:)

  4. journalread says:

    I like this very much, thought-provoking. Funnily enough, I was just reading about the use of mirrors in Pre-Raphaelite art, and then saw your post (!)

  5. John (Jack) McClintock says:

    Léa

    John (Jack) McClintock jmcclim699@aol.com

  6. claudia says:

    ha – i like… a mirror can be a friend or an enemy… always depending on how we feel in that specific moment

  7. Wonderful poem and so universal Lea!

    There are one or two mirrors in our house which are much kinder than the others! (Must be the ones in shadow!). Needless to say I always veer towards those! 😊 xxx

    • Léa says:

      That is understandable. I found that Chaplin quote interesting so threw it into the mix as there are other ways of looking at things… 😉 xxx

  8. Really enjoyed your poem Lea. The quotes were wonderful too, especially Chaplins, it made me smile.

    • Léa says:

      Thank you Kath! Never exposed to Chaplin in my younger years (yes I knew who he was…) I read his autobiography a few months back and enjoyed it tremendously.

  9. beckarooney says:

    If there were no mirrors. . . what a different world it would be. The idea behind this is great Lea, I don’t think we ever stop finding out who we are. Love the quotes too xx

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