The mirror insults me, not for its plain face,
but for the nature of its glassy stare.
Two wholes, alike, not meant to be a pair.
Its difference of sameness a disgrace.
Shall future joy exclude me, entering here?
I will not know; I mask all well, you see.
But still, as faulty allies break their creed,
the truth remains, a taunting little leer.
Alas, I’m superstitious, mutely so.
I’d never break a mirror willingly.
So shamefully the twins stay gleefully,
observant in their grief and undertows.
As over-replication causes waste
so do the many lies, which make distaste.
The first line used to read "The mirror insults me, not for its face" but I corrected the awkward iambic pentameter and now it reads "The mirror insults me, not for its plain face". So before "mirror" was read "ME-roar", but now it's supposed to be read "meer".
ReplyDeleteIn the tenth line, "mirror" should be read "ME-roar" though. However, maybe "MEE-rer" is more phonetically appropriate. Wow...um, reading all this back...I think I've confused everyone enough!
ReplyDeleteThere's an Epilogue? Meaning 366 sonnets?
ReplyDeleteYes, technically, to provide an ending and to recognize the fact 2008 is a leap year, but it won't count as a sonnet - it will be called "Epilogue" :)
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