Cultural Confusion

I met a girl she was black and white
Often dark and sometimes light
She couldn’t stay within the lines
The only color she could see was gray
In her mind

I met a girl she was black and white
Stoic as winter’s stone-cold ice
Dreamy as a blue-green sea
Covering up a deep abyss

I met a girl who was black and white
She couldn’t believe anything was right
Whichever way she went turned bleak
I met her in the mirror
Staring back at me

One day she threw that mirror down
A million pieces now on the ground
Sunlight caught each jagged edge
A glistening palate smiling back
Keeps her from the ledge open link night. Poem of choice. Just threw this together because I can.

I hate mirrors. They lie.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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10 Responses to Cultural Confusion

  1. coalblack says:

    They DO lie! So do cameras.



  2. sanaarizvi says:

    This is sheer poetic brilliance! I love how this poem makes me feel more each time I read it. Yes, mirrors have the potential to lie to us. 💘


  3. msjadeli says:

    Evocative poem, Mary. Better to travel on blind than be transfixed by mirrors or shards, as they are both extremes. I remember a story where the person was walking along a path where they couldn’t see the river, but they could hear its gurglings through the vegetation…

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  4. Thank you Lisa. You make a good point. Extremes are not always best. Blind faith is so often enough.


  5. rothpoetry says:

    Very creative and unique, Mary. I love that the girl is you!

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  6. A poem and a poet are seldom severed. I’m glad you enjoyed it.


  7. merrildsmith says:

    Evocative lines–it seems a very difficult life to see only black and white and not the shades in-between.
    I was struck by
    “I met her in the mirror
    Staring back at me”


  8. Reena Saxena says:

    The last stanza is liberating.


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