This week, the New What’s Going On blog has given the theme of “Mirrors” as its inspiration for our literary offerings. A mirror was an early invention of civilisation, and right from the start, its purpose was manifold: From the stark truth of the objective reflection, and the subjective self-reflection for wisdom, to the perils of vanity and deception. It can also symbolise an alternate reality, the subconscious mind, and spiritual insight, or serve as a tool for divination and communication with other realms. A fractured mirror symbolises a broken identity, while a broken reality. Here is my offering!
Smoke and Mirrors
I drink, alone,
And smoke endless cigarettes;
A chain of smoke binding me
To your image,
On the mirror of my memory.
I smoke, solitary,
And drink hard liquor,
Swimming to you
As you recede, fast sinking
To the bottom of my glass.
And as the butts accumulate,
In the ashtray of your remembrance,
I resolve to leave you be;
Forget your face,
Burn your impression…
And the bottle empties,
As I try to drown your recollection
In my glass; but as quickly as I fill it
I empty it, encountering you
Ever present, at its bottom.
I formed you out of smoke,
A virtual image of perfection
In the depths of a magic mirror,
Manufactured by my need to love;
And all I’ve ever had was an illusion
Made of smoke and tricks of light, reflected…
This poem is set to music, and you can find all references to my music in my “Otidorchestre” channel, or listen to it on YouTube, Spotify, Amazon, Deezer, Flo, Pandora, and other music sharing sites.
Please note that the song has been submitted to music sharing sites, but there is a variable period of delay until the song is publicly released. YouTube is generally the most prompt.
The atmosphere and sense of being lost really shouts out of this poem. Although the realisation of things being smoke and mirrors may work out positively - Jae
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely stunning! I can feel every word of it, and if it isn't truth, it RINGS as true as words can. It gave me chills. So much of life, I fear, IS illusion!
ReplyDeleteOh! The last two lines are piercing. The word 'illusion' here reminds me of 'Maya' (illusion / transience) as Indian philosophy depicts it. I love how you've used the image of 'mirror' here.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful expression of a need to love and the sad consequences of an illusion.
ReplyDelete"All I've ever had was an illusion...." I have lived that. You have described it so well. I am amazed at your creativity, in writing a poem and then setting it to music. You are so talented.
ReplyDeleteOh, I feel like everyone has at least one illusion of love. You've written about it beautifully
ReplyDelete"A chain of smoke binding me
ReplyDeleteTo your image,
On the mirror of my memory."
A sad, sad poem, rendered beautifully in song! I smoked for 42 years and had some of those ashtray/illusion moments. A wonderful use of magic mirror--who's to say how much of it was real? (I hope you don't still smoke, and that this is an image gleaned from romantic movies.)
Poignant, beautiful, relatable and that last line is stunning
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