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.