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It was you who found me in front of a mirror,
asked me what I was doing,
so much like asking me
what was I doing with my life
living it for decades with no you.
What was I dampening my hair for,
biding my time so you could find your tongue;
and what were you watching my reflection for,
seeing a side-by-side specter of us
standing in a Gotham future,
scarfed and tuxedoed?

I could easily have faith in Atlantis
that it will someday be rediscovered
and be inhabited by us,
populated by our children,
and our children’s children;
and you wouldn’t have to look into
the absurdities of a foreign city,
and a hand-in-hand stroll
along a sunny day boardwalk.
I could easily have faith in you
that you would hold on till after summer,
and the year after that, and some months more.

It was you who found me in front of a mirror
when reflected images of the world to me
were but an austere platform
and all I could chance upon
were a parade of faces painted
with an ochre scowl,
or crimson rage,
or purple scruple;
when I ought to have given up
warming at the sight of a stranger
looming from behind me.

It was you who found me in front of a mirror
when I quickly turned to you
met you eye-to-eye!

We looked at us,

at our images

those not from the mirror.


------
*************************************
crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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The following comments are for "It Was You Who Found Me In Front of a Mirror"
by PETERPAULINO

Peter's Mirror

Peter,

I like what I find in so much of your poetry; a poet's wistful romantic review of the significance of certain shared moments. You do it with wonderful bits of rhythm in lines like "biding my time so you could find your tongue"; "I could easily have faith in Atlantis"; and "a parade of faces painted...".

You have very artful twists of thought in this piece: the "what am I doing?" idea extended to a more profound question; Atlantis as a setting for an ideal future; the mirror as "an austere platform"; and the turning to see "us".

Always good to read your stuff, Peter.

~ John

( Posted by: Flonigus [Member] On: August 27, 2005 )

Reflective
Peter,

Thank you for posting this. It's another thinker for me, causing my introspection. Causing me to ask why I get sad sometimes - why should I? Whose reflection am I watching, afterall?

You write so well.

Lans

( Posted by: GibsonGirl [Member] On: August 27, 2005 )

John and Lans
John, thank you for commenting on this and for letting me know you support love poetry. Yes, certain shared moments, even a moment shared with a stranger in front of a mirror on a Saturday night cocktail party could help one write apoem like this.

Lans, pretty one: isn't it what we always wanted to see in the mirror are either our past or our future selves? Not our present? And it is often that promising love that's diverting our attention, to focus on what's here and now? My friend, thank you for reading and commenting.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: August 29, 2005 )

Astounding!
PeterPaulino;
All I can say is, "WOW" You sure know how to deliver a powerful punch. This is awesome! Mirror of reflections. like being guided by a spirit.


Blessings,
{{{Jeannie}}}

( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: August 29, 2005 )

Glass angel
I've returned to this one over and over, trying to understand it better. I'll probably need to return some more. But such lovely, perfectly-pitched imagery! The tragic theatricality of those painted faces; the wistful isolation of the one who stands at the mirror, wise and alone and watching. It's a beautiful reminder to keep faith in the myth of Atlantis, the myth of holding on 'until after the summer, and the year after that, and some months more'. (Oh, and somehow, this poem will keep conjuring up the fishtank scene in Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet! Is anyone else getting that...?)

( Posted by: MobiusSoul [Member] On: August 29, 2005 )

Jeannie & MobiusSoul
Jeannie, thank you for reading girl! :)

MobiusSoul, that's great if you liked that scene from R&J. I loved it too, now I can see it too, reading my own poem. This one's almost like it huh, only here it's looking glass, but yes, the stranger here could be an angel too, a lovely one! Though I swear, pal... I never thought of that scene no matter how it had been a favorite of mine. I guess that's where issues of subconscious come in. :) Thank you, it's a delight that a good poet like you could once in a while visit my poem and comment on it.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: August 30, 2005 )

salamat po
salamat sa mga comments mo. i know i'm not that good on my writing, marami pa talagang rooms for improvement.kung minsan kasi basta ko nalang sinusulat ang mga nararandaman ko. di ko siya ini-edit, pakiramdam ko kasi, nababago kung gusto kong sabihin kapag inedit ko pa. basta kasi pagtuluy-tuloy ang flow ng thoughts ko, tuluy-tuloy din ang pagsulat ko kaya kung minsan 5, 10, or 15 minutes tapos na ang isang poem tapos di ko na siya babaguhin pa. anyway maraming salamat sa pagbasa, and sana marating ko rin yung mga naabot mo sa pagsulat. thank you ulit!=)

( Posted by: yellowpaintedsky [Member] On: September 22, 2005 )





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