THE MIRROR

don't glare at mewith those sultry eyesI'm always impartial don't look surprised. Don't prance around and brush your hairdon't smile at meas if I care! Don't thrust you hipsand snarl your lipsstick our your tongueand show me your tum! I can always view what you're showing me -it's what I'm reflecting backthat you will see! Sometimes you'll turn away and say I HATE you!but as the legend goes -it's not me - but what the image shows!
BjR September 17, '09

— Bonitaj, Sep 17, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

Critiques

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

LOL and Bravo Boni I loved

LOL and Bravo Boni I loved it ... nothing more to be said except you missed the r off 'your' in the 1st line third stanza .. love a woman with a sense of humour ... one of your best my friend kind regards Jayne :)

Candlewitch

16 years 8 months ago

Boni

I believe sultry is right. (or could it be salty?)In some places I got the feeling that you were talking to a naughty child whom you were trying to get ready for bed. But then there is the title of the Mirror. Always, cat

Bonitaj

16 years 8 months ago

ok you three muskateers! Seren/K/ and Cat!

You Minions of mindfulness! Lol Thanks for all your corrections (spell checks - who needs 'em - I got you babes!) But seriously, glad you liked the fun and yes Cat - it was indeed THE MIRROR speaking back to the viewer... Thanks for your support! Bon mot