As I Look into My Own Soul—Free Verse

What is the wisdom of a mirror

Given as a gift as I crossed over Jordan?


The mirror reflects the unknown

Intertwined in the calming of my soul

Like a blank faced man hardened against the world.


The reflection of my own dark eyes

Reading the epitaph of a tombstone

And throwing salt on the Devil himself.

And I can appreciate that.


But I have seen things

In its shimmering reflection at night.

Shades of Narcissus tugging

Through the corner of my eyes

Demanding I stare deeply into its soul.


Deeply into the vanity and the self.

Deeply into the alternate self.

Deeply into its immortality

Surviving my own death.

*** A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.

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