For today’s prompt, pick an object (any object), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Toothbrush,” “Rake,” “Pilot G2 Premium Gel Roller Pen,” or any number of other objective titles. Have fun with it.
Mirror
The mirror reflects the bucket its in,
reflects the movement of the light
as it bounces and softens and lessens
No face has been seen there for awhile
Maybe the back of the head
that - confirmed - still needs a cut
But the mirror speaks truth
too fluently
Why should it not, instead,
reflect light, perfectly, in exquisite detail,
which is not vain, nor lonesome
nor aging hard.
The mirror reflects the bucket its in,
reflects the movement of the light
as it bounces and softens and lessens
No face has been seen there for awhile
Maybe the back of the head
that - confirmed - still needs a cut
But the mirror speaks truth
too fluently
Why should it not, instead,
reflect light, perfectly, in exquisite detail,
which is not vain, nor lonesome
nor aging hard.
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