A Muddled Reflection

[adalger]

When I see my own reflection,
Shall I say that I don't care?
In the glass of recollection,

Was I pure in my affection?
If I lay my spirit bare
When I see my own reflection,

I could never claim perfection
Seeing true the image there
In the glass of recollection.

In the opposite direction
(Where my ego tends to err
When I see my own reflection),

My humility's objection
Says my pride is hardly fair.
In the glass of recollection,

Automatic incorrection
Makes me wonder how I dare
When I see my own reflection
In the glass of recollection.

Comments

[xaea]

phoo. i think all of them are my favorite. but that's not fair to any of them.

i love the cadence of this one. my brain has to work hard to grasp its meaning and i feel like, even after, i am still missing something.......

[adalger]

Don't feel bad, I'm probably missing something too. ;) After all, poetry lives as much in the heart of the reader as the head of the writer.

[xaea]

it does, indeed. i need to appreciate that more, instead of being afraid i have missed the author's point...